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The Old Country. . .
Home of One’s Soul. . . The Teachers Speak. . . Every so often, out of one’s domain, there is an isolation that swamps one. It is difficult to shake, and yet there it is, evidence that this is not home. There is a portion or many portions appealing to one, yet basically,…
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The Ruler. . .
The Ruler . . . Do not chop me up in little pieces. I hate the sight of what I see when I see me through your eyes. I strive to be perfect and in doing so find me killing my very self. By whose yardstick am I measured that I should fall so…
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Cost Commensurate. . .
What can be born and be borne? Knowledge is that all reality is a preferential viewpoint. That the dream is born and in it will be the lesson plans inherent. That with the lesson plans will be what we need to learn and they will be borne within the dream’s boundaries and the…
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We Can Always Say. . . not ready. . . .
On What We Build Our Lives. . . The construction is still in process, but we are nesting! I am not sure it is Maudie, but surely a younger. No doubt word was given that if babies are on the agenda, ‘this place is one we know and trust. And they talk to you with…
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Dreamed Into Being. . .
Physical and mental boundaries are not finite. We often speak of primitive religions disparagingly. It does not take a genius mentality to see that in this tech world we have lost the spiritual connection to the cosmic populace. We speak of life everlasting yet are afraid to die. We speak of resurrection and buy…
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Prayer In Concert. . .
In Conference. . . I was a young girl when the priest came to our home and my mother saying. ‘I don’t know who teaches her because I don’t. I don’t know where she gets her ideas.’ Years of criticism for my different ideas but my work habits were praised. I was diligent, thorough and…
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The Invited Guest. . . .
We have those things that comfort and reassures us. It can be a photograph or a painting or something bringing to mind a feeling. It takes us to the place where we were all of a piece and peace. I have many such things and one of them is wood. My woodworking days were of…
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It Is Life Everlasting. . .
In Memory of a last day. . . In his last days before leaving Earth David asked, knowing what you know, how could you go on living? And I said there were three good reasons. Tresy, David and John, the jewels of my life. Never to have known them? That would have been…
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Drunk of the High Wine. . . .
It was a difficult lesson for me to integrate. It is for most people. One of quantum premises is that all time is simultaneous. Those who follow my blog know I speak of this often. It is difficult for me to write of experiences if I neglect to incorporate a fact that makes my work…
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Love Is The Answer. . .
Love, But Not Without Work. . . . It was with derision that laughter came because I said love was the answer. Naïve I was called and impractical. I was told I did not know how the real world works. But not without work I added. Love needed work. Wherever we were, the boots had…