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Often We Are The Best Of Who We Are. . . .
(4/11/24. . . please keep in mind that I have used the male gender as my subject with understanding of this evolutionary leap of humanity because little is understood of what we females responsible with children and aspects of quality to ensure the family in civil community life with compassion when we are leveled with…
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My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .
In reviewing decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective, is a stressful endeavor. I was cautioned to go slow. ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?) Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where support friends already are. Or here and I laughed…
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A Warm Hug. . .
\I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth. And from that moment on, I became a truth teller. I alibied others or as my sister said, made excuses for them, but was hard…
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And is god enough . . . . .of course. . .
So Who Cares. . . Nobody they say. . . Except you know you do. . . All it takes is just one I hear, to look for the sun to rise each morning. . . . to look at the moon at night and wonder, . . . . where home is. .…
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Always the Empty Chair. . . Times Such as These. . .
It is late. And I am an old woman. I sit here and cannot see the keys of the keyboard because I weep. I have delayed coming and writing this again which seems to be a signature poem of mine and it is not an honor I wish to claim. In differing times I took…
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Virtue In The Doing. . . .
The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom, in my terminus I see the wisdom of this. I was told to ‘do and you will…
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Let the children tell us. . .
Do I have more minutes to finish? There was no time for answers because the little one with a dash was out of sight. In a few minutes he was back and announced, I finish. Having learned to wait while private things were finished, I waited again while he proceeded to his room. I followed…
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I hold the candle for you. . . .
We are bringing to close another year with what are special gifts. It is the gift of gratitude for life, of a peace not yet finished and a state of mind that is in itself a miracle. These are limited only by focus and not…
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the last bird sings. . . .
This is a very difficult post for me to write. Since I have been blogging, I have shared many personal thoughts. What has caused me pain is fully factual and I encourage my readers to Google it. I have no credentials after my name but I am entering the last decade of my hundred years…
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the twig already bent from a somewhere and . . . when. . .
How To Do It. . . .when I scribe. . . . 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…