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The Journey Begins. . .
What Have You Done? (understanding) They will ask, what have you done with your life and in truth I will answer. I have alibied and done laundry for a world so soiled that even bleach couldn’t reach. I have waited for the winter snows to cover the debris to give surcease to eyes that tire. …
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If I Could See Me. . .
I was getting dinner for Sunday noon. I was in the process of setting the table and finishing up. I was listening to Carl Hass give his voluminous views on classical music radio when I heard him say Bach’s little suite. And when I listened it was the same feeling I had when I…
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By Divine Grace. . .
When it comes to memory, how do we separate what is currently ours? Yet the question should be, what is not ours when we are part of humankind? What can we separate from since we do not know what it is we have participated in since time began? Have we lived before? What is…
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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…