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Who Will Teach The Children?. . . .
With the hostile assault on the gay community and the families and people who love them this past week, with the events on our national scene which should bring us all to shame, and our consciences to alert, I think we are past all time when excuses and alibis ask for forgiveness. It is time…
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Not Only One Way, but Many Ways. . . .
I am not certain when I started to think in an organized way that something would be demanded of me by these sons of ours and I could not be found inadequate. So even though I had been a serious reader of books, a change in habits arose and I began my Independent Study Program. …
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If We Had. . .and Truth Be Known. . .
I had a heart friend of many years who cautioned me about the two letter word, if. You inject that word into your thinking she said and you change the entire history. Spare yourself that heartache, she cautioned. Spare yourself. Many times one wonders had another road been taken what would the results of…
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Drudging To Beautiful. . . .
Drudging To Beautiful. . . They say it is poetic illusion I take and I say it is poetic license to which I am entitled. . . Yet encountered will always be words that have little connection to what really is. . . For instance, how to compare the daily tasks to some noble effort…
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Apology. . .
Apology She says. . . I don’t know why but it seems that I should apologize. . . He says. . . Why do you say that? What need makes you want to apologize and to whom? She says. . . to all humanity for what has befallen. . . And He says. . .…
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Requiring A New World. . . .
Requiring A New World. . . Toys and distraction impinge on the infant mind and the way becomes muddied. My thoughts have traveled the distance and as all thoughts do, seeded the worlds with my infant meanderings. I see the chisels working within the worlds sculpting, the breaking of rock, the scraping of stone. It…
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AT The Precipice. . . .
At The Precipice. . . I stand at the precipice of the world, wobbly but still standing, with ancient years yielding to an Essence I refer to as the Great God. Who is it, I wonder with arms ready to receive me? Small and insignificant in this Earth place dressed in my humanity? How is…
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The Counselor. . . .
Oftentimes what I plan on doing does not happen. And in its place comes a something long incubating but not surfacing. In reading recently I came across the topic of emotions which brought Doris Lessing’s Shikasta series to mind. The series brought up many topics for consideration. And the subject of emotions are a topic…
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Approaching Earth Day. . . .as a lover. . . .
Love Letter To My Planet Earth My love affair started when I was about eight and laid upon the green grass and willed the clouds into playmates for my thoughts. I wished, I told my sky, I wished to be wise. I am not sure I knew what wise meant other than just plain smart.…
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Light Touches. . . . .
Light Touches Your light touch on the small of my back, gains for me a courage lacking sometimes to even climb the curb. I appreciate that. Somehow beneath the layers of what I hold to be the who of what I am, is a someone still of note. Comforting to lay my hand on the…