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The Conflicting Cancer. . . .
The Conflicting Cancer. . . The water runs cool and I soak the facecloth to make it wet and wrung out as I fold it over your very warm brow. Ahhh you say and it feels better and I know my presence is the comfort needed. Your hands unclench and I see you rest. I’ve…
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To Make a Difference. . . .
We come to help make better. We come because we hope to make a difference, however small. The small things, when carried out with concern, can involve a lifetime or many lifetimes. You cannot change the course of genetic evolution. It takes its time. Engineering may be able to code the dna but the…
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Cosmic Connections. . . .
The past is still happening, the future has already happened and we race to catch up with it. This is a quantum theory, that all time is simultaneous. The Holographic Universe was published in 1986 by Michael Talbot but I did not read it until 2015 when I learned the theory I have lived…
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Windfalls. . .
When I was 12 my family moved to The Farm. There is nowhere in mind that soothes my psyche as The Farm and for such a few years of my life, my teen years and yet these filled my yearning for something my heart knew. In my memory bank those years were a…
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Someone Has To Do The Plowing. . . .
Hope And hope is the drug, the elixir, the stimulant, the narcotic, the life saver, the god. That tomorrow will be better, that there will be a rainbow, that the snows will come and cover the door, that the rains will come and relieve the parched ground, that the vineyards will be planted, that love…
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How To Do It. . . .
You ask. . . On focusing, your thoughts, your words. . . how do you do it? I say. . . I barrel down into my center and listen with my inner ear and hear what my heart says. It is within me that I have my world. This is what and where I…
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In Being A Child. . . .
The Importance of Differences. . . If it seems that I persist in speaking of differences in perspective, it is because that is what makes us unique, it is because of my intense desire to keep our planet alive and this classroom operative for those already here and those yet to come, who desire to…
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Savor The Minute. . .
Savor The Minute. . . Could we take the time to savor this minute? Hold it close? There will be more minutes, but none more special than this one. It tells me that you treasure our friendship, to show our true feelings that connect us, one to the other. I will remember the marks on…
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In These Sweet Hours. . .
I was born a person whose breath weaves its own magic during the night hours. When the world goes to sleep where I am, my eyes widen to embark on their own journey. Those sweet hours of the morning I have seen all the days of my life and have found thoughts traveling at a…
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The Table. . . the altar of the family
It was a different time frame and there were no credit cards nor funds to back what we desired. Several elderly English/Scottish relatives had given to our growing family bits of china that had been cherished. Not whole sets, but pieces. And I dearly wanted a hutch to show these pieces. Decades later we…