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Time For Work To Be Done. . .
It was a desolate landscape. There were ice mountains in the background. There was a building, more barracks like with no thing, nothing around it. The moon was white and things were outlined but barely so. Sparse would be putting it gently, but desolate and bare of life would say how tragic it felt. I…
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Time To Listen. . . .
Time To Listen It is not as easy as it seems. Try to think, to place in mind a picture of a Being other than human. We have our science fiction writers who give us caricatures of what they suppose we would accept. The images in fact may be actual. Consider that. I had awakened…
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The Laughter. . .
In a lifetime of many years, certain things stand out as a moment imprinted on a mind to last forever. One is the good fortune of living as a neighbor to a family of daughters. Their laughter in the course of days that presented worrisome events, was the hallmark for life, that somehow my own…
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When The House Sleeps. . .
Mornings have always been special. The sounds blended on the street when Princess and I walked; the lights in the homes spoke of early risers, the occasional car with lights on. The dog down the street spoke his urgency to get matters started. There still is a benevolence to the morning which I would…
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It Takes A Yesterday. . .
Scribed March 25, 1989. . .(Keep in mind the quantum theory that all time is simultaneous. If it is difficult to accept I had to learn it to survive and have consciously lived with it for well over a half century.) One must of needs supply a history to give meaning to the day. …
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A Place Of Rest. . . .
There can be less stress and stronger heartbeats if the persons involved could call upon what it is they know to help relieve situations, and if not situations, then relieve themselves . In every place, in every nook and cranny that houses a soul, there is a place to go. If not physically, then within. …
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Time For New Thoughts. . .
July 30, 2014 journal entry scribed . . . . (we do not want your readers to think that the hero’s journey can only be undertaken when one has free time. We want them to see that it can be undertaken when one is in the midst of chaos and that it does give some…
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Never More Than A Heartbeat Away. . . .
Never More Than A Heartbeat Away . . . The wind had blown over the huge tomato plant and he was out of patience with his mother with her directions as to how to support it. Her instructions were explicit and he shouted it’s only a plant! And she almost in tears shouted back, it’s…
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Where We Cook The Oatmeal. . .
In the many studies on love and goodness, what appears to be evident is that when one is aware of good and when one comes to the time to do good, the choices are few to do other than good. When you become better and better, your options cease. Heaven goes one better. When approaching…
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In Tribute To A Beloved. . .
To Lift The Plough At Last. . . She said to me that when she felt Spirit ebbing, she would toss her suitcase in the car and take off for The Farm. She not only loved those who nurtured her but the Farm itself which somehow fed the city girl. There, nothing was demanded…