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Trust; Maudie Again??
Maudie Again? Impossible! Maybe???? In April of 2016 I wrote of Maudie and Jack, the doves who took up residence one year beneath the patio cover of our Michigan home. They sat on eggs and hatched two babies. I did not take photos of that time but I did take notes. Since then there…
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A Chance For Love. . .
A Chance For Love Each day is a new beginning, each breath the birth of a new world. Time now to forgo the past and give life a chance. Accountable we are and to allow that to become a fact, it is the moment to begin anew. The poem will only take on…
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Rolling Thunder . . .
Last week I awakened with a memory of a place and trying to make sense of it. I realized I was given a piece of action to remember. I remember reaching for a framed photograph of silhouettes of the children when they were little. It was lying on the floor and as I tried…
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For Sitting On The Porch. . .
For almost half of my life, we lived in the one home during our marriage. And maintenance was my responsibility except for big construction work which was hired out. Every spring, staining the porch, (it is now called deck) was mine. And the first call of balmy weather had me with roller and brushes…
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With Your Name. . .
With Your Name. . . From a past journal entry . . I seem to be aware of a depth this morning of a something that shoulders my weight and carries me. That the words I speak have little meaning. They are simply words. And yet, what I would wish is to reach down into…
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You Are The Cherished Purpose. . .
You wonder if you make a difference. You’re those things that escape the notice of people. But without the daily doings of choice, of comforts, of niceness, the world could not go on. The smallest act of mercy has large repercussions. Remember that. When the smallest act of kindness is received, it is passed…
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All We Have Is The Moment. . .
It seems strange to be living with devices that usurp time that could be spent with persons, either beloveds or would be friends. These devices take precedence over relationships that would enhance life to the utmost or heal encounters that would promote peace. How we have let celluloid people on the wall take precedence…
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Prayer In Concert. . .
Prayer In Concert It was prayer you held in concert with the Great One who marked your presence on his counter of beads. Talks, mostly dialogues, it seems, and held court with sages long asleep on couches too soft for too long. . . Rise! You shouted and they, appalled at the sight of…
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A Presence. . .all you can do. .
I am calling to touch base with you. It has been too long since we chatted I said. And after a surprised response she started and went on at great length finding her own equilibrium. I could do nothing for her except be an ear to listen. She called me the next day with gratitude…
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Rocking The Boat. . .
He was five years old and did not want to go back to kindergarten. I don’t want to read to the class while the teacher teaches the green color to the other kids. I don’t want to read the baby books he said because he was already reading higher grades by himself. The teacher was…