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The Cut Of The Cloth. . . .
Several years ago I wrote that an elderly once said to me people only know what you tell them. My reaction was a gasp! because she believed that. There was no exposure to people more knowledgeable or more observant than she. Although she would adamantly vow her God knew everything and nothing was forever…
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In Good Hands. . .
In Good Hands. . . . I will invite you to sit beside me on my couch. . . To lean into my arms to wrest the fatigue from a body grown weary with age. . . It will come to nothing, this fatigue with aging because the heart of you is alive…
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I’ve Taken Flight. . . .
A Conversation . . . You say. . . I’ve taken flight. . . . . and I say. . . . where can you go that I could not find you? And you say. . . . farther than you think. I’ve found me a world so far away that never would…
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The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . .
The Keys of the Kingdom. . . My good friend appeared at the door and said you have to learn to play and we start now. Alas, another argument begun about our differences , proving again opposites can be friends. It is my good fortune and sometimes a curse to have the ability to view…
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Around The Bend. . .
Today I sit in the midst of my birthday of 87 years. It is quiet. In rereading journals where I was told if you want a good book to read, write it, I am finding truth. Rarely do I remember if it was cereal for breakfast and therefore rereading the saga I wonder what…
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The Workman Prays. . .
I had watched The Sound of Music with my inlaw mother and I scribed a journal entry about it enjoying it for the umpteenth time. I edited only for space. April 12, ’93. . .It is with joy when the heart of the viewer is touched. It is joy when the hearts of man are…
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Otche Nash. . .Our Father. . .potential. . . .
The two of them trusted me with what they were seeing. My mother, transiting said I could not live in your world and she cried. Stick with it as long as you can though, she said. There is a reward. And David transiting asked how did you know to do it? How could you go…
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The Heart Knows Its Own Amen. . . .
In The Quiet of This Night. . . In the quiet of this night, come to me and we will hold hands and talk and I will show you from how high up you jumped. The night will love you and envelop you and you will find that in the cold moon there is a…
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A Mother’s Dictum—Eternity Is A Long Time. . . .
Not often do I go back in time to relive something so intensely fierce that it can undo my mental health. Yet I was driven to remember when I found our ten month son missing. We were living in Tokyo at the time; my husband in the military. Our lodging was in an apartment near…
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The Earth Gods Know. . .
I scribe. The teacher speaks. . . Nature expounds her presence with all. She ventures to shout her presence. She sends storms and pestilence and calm days and sunny skies to announce her presence. She grants to all the balm of her existence. But she angers and cries . And in frustration teaches what…