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Christmases Past
Do you hear?. . . . Lifetimes lived secreted behind the woolly frames of memory. We jog the frames of Christmases past. . . . Scents of pine boughs and holly berries, mince pies and cranberries. Sounds of apple crisp snow and retorting icicles, crackling fires and laughter. And the…
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The Past is Still Happening
DECEMBER CONFIRMS THE JUNE WOMAN It is June and I stand poised on the landing of the half circular staircase. I am hearing the strains of the Canon not heard in this, my lifetime. Shocked still, caught in the shadows of half remembering and yet reluctant to confront the shaded memories, I wait. She is…
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The Journey. . . . .
(they were hard years, but those times when we touched hearts, ahhhh, those were the golden days.) The Journey So we pitch our tents on the side of the quiet river and look for landmarks in the morning. It has been a full day, rafting and wandering through the rapids hoping for a…
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Thanksgiving
How Much Of A Difference It was morning though the night still hung heavy, the clouds hovered, the sun unable to rise. The children gathered for breakfast, morose, unhappy and angry, heavy still with sleep. Mother looked with unhappy eyes and father, already delayed flew out the door. What could she plan for…
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Old Friends. . . .
Old Friends I summoned courage from every quarter with friends who fleshed out my life. There was Valor. . . . a recent one whom I befriended and Patience who gathered the young and nurtured them. He was special. And among these were Honesty, a brilliant one and Honor who brought up those…
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It Is Enough
It Is Enough It is enough. . . . just breathing and feeling the north wind coming through the night. It is enough. . . . to stir my senses, to lift me from my bed, to get on with life. It is enough. . . . to work the dirty and sweaty labors…
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You Know As Well As I. . . .
You Know As Well As I You know as well as I. . . . that when the air clears and the morning is sharp. . . . the night air brings the sleep that rests. . . when food again pleases the appetite needing palliative measures, you will find what is necessary to rise…
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We Are Becoming. . . .
We Are Becoming. . . . The Physicist, David Bohm is quoted as saying that no theory can adequately explain all facets of Nature which is infinite. And that quote I read only this year affirmed my thinking. For me it was a truth that anything or all things in the act of becoming…
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Coming To The Altar
The Teachers Speak. . . . What is suppressed is what we are most afraid of and fear carries a sub label of secretive which must go along with the word afraid. Even in today’s world of reality shows, there are still those who carry their fears close to the chest. And often do not…
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There Is Still Time
There Is Still Time I say. . . . What more can I do? I am tired and I am old. You say. . . . You are still breathing. And as long as there is breath, you can still create. And I say. . . . It has all been said. How many different…