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Different Can Be Good
Different Can Be Good It was a hurried morning when our two oldest sons were home from college and I told them that I had had a vivid dream and wrote down some things while half asleep that I did not know about and thought that they might. I showed them the notes. I knew…
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On Being Different
A recent journal entry on being different. The Teacher Speaks. . . . Take it this way. To be different means you step out from the crowd. When you, as an example, are different in your posing the question as well as answering with what it is you know and cannot see the difference, it…
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Many Truths
Many Truths I once heard an elder say that people only know what it is you let them know. I gasped, because I thought she actually believes this. She still believes that her thoughts are private and that secrets are truly secrets. She does not know that privacy of thought is the last illusion. That…
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A Need
A Need I possess a knowledge, supplanting the previous knowledge by just one day. The reason is this; I slept. And in the dream saw worlds, whole and hurt, clean and chaotic, built and leveled. And I saw fields with high grasses and skies not yielding to horizons and I walked I walked so far…
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The Morning’s Bliss
Mornings have always been special. The sounds blended on the street as Princess (our then German Shepherd) 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…
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Kiss The Morning Into Being
I think I will have it as my epithet. It means a word or phrase that describes an attribute of characteristic quality. I like it. Kiss the Morning Into Being For It Has Long Won The Battle Over Night. My need to know what I needed to know was my long night. It has…
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An Ever Fixed Mark
An Ever Fixed Mark What can be written that has not been written before? What are the new voices saying to old hearts turning mellow? Not much one hears is different except the ever fixed mark which shrouds a piece of truth and shows its consistency. It is exactly that. . . an ever fixed…
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The Reclused
The Reclused We do not violate the solitude cherished as a milch cow on a painted pasture. We usurp with kindness any benevolence dispensed on us as gratitude. What are we for you might well ask, since in previous times we reclused to the woods, garnering ourselves to buffet so many affairs as insults to…
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Suffer The Little Child
The Teacher Speaks. . . . Any human action which must delve into its past for a pattern for progression is bound to fail. There must of needs be new attitudes, new forms of behavior that speaks to the new man and new times. A reaching back to the cradle for behavior, for mannerisms befitting…
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You Cannot Teach Thirsty. . . .
The Teacher Speaks. . . . you cannot make a horse drink when it is not thirsty. You cannot do it. Only when the thirst is there will the horse or the person or the being know to drink to satiate. But you cannot teach thirsty. You cannot teach learning. You cannot teach hunger. You…