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With These Hands. . . love. . . gratitude. . .
To Use These Hands. . . . from another time. . . As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curl about each other and I marvel at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I think that nothing, no other world will ever…
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You Will Fall In Love With Your Earth. . .
Tell me what it means. . . With the leaking draft of the early consensus of the Roe v Wade controversy, suddenly confronting me are meanings of words and phrases I have used and hopefully explained my meanings. I truly don’t know if my meanings relate to what you think about the subjects I’ve…
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They Are Reasons and what has taken almost a hundred years. .
Having been a newspaper clipper when living in Michigan with the Detroit Free Press, I rediscovered things. One was Bob Talbert’s article speaking of Monsignor Francis X. former professor and rector of Sacred Heart Seminary and what he passionately preached to his students. . . Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they…
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See Same Things But Worlds Are Different. . . .
We look at the same things we say. The things we look at are there, but what we see is not the same. I repeat again the time I was asked by the psychiatrist when my world crashed what I saw going down Michigan avenue. I closed my eyes and told him and when done…
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The Roses Are For You. . .for keeps. . .
Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect. To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach. Man rose from the crawling position. There are too many yet who find the child’s position…
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Often the Larger Picture is Universal Life Enhanced. . . . .
What I have learned in these past times is that there are some things that cannot be improved upon. Whether a recipe that has been perfected or something written that has stood the test of my time, meaning my physical life. This is one of them. And my measure has been my life of almost…
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On Earth. . . 1954-1985
When David Died . . . . I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that. Do this now, do that…
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You Stayed The Course. . . .
You Stayed The Course Only you saw what you saw. Yet you stayed the course and plowed the field and now the plow is lifted. We will work. The children will have their toys and the world will have the words and in due time you come home and we frolic. ‘Til…
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Our Sense of Time. . . and other things. . .
Sometimes our actions seem out of context. It is as if we are dancing to a song not in the musical library. It is not heard by anyone else, just us. It is not foreign to us, but seems puzzling to everyone watching. We know that it is still us, just not the us…
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Are We the Promise Given? . . . ..
The first week in December found me transported to Emergency with atrial fibrillation. Since then it has been a trial of finding what medications are acceptable to this body with not so many adverse reactions. I have found myself not nice and complaining. So conserving energy, my work has been my best of what my…