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It Is A Gift. . . .
‘Each lifetime lived adds to the cumulative sense of loss.’ the teacher All Who I Am. . . I feel the pull of the Polish one bent over her bread board, pounding, kneading, smoothing the egg dough into a satiny mound. Raisins, like eyes, half buried in the fleshy loaf, stare at me, daring…
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Godfriends of Caliber. . . gifts of heart. . .
This bouquet is for you. . . Tish, Marylouise, and Dorothy, Jan, and Joy, heart friends gone but always upfront; now some cyber friends distanced including (few) males attesting publicly to science, but attending silently to problems not to be tested by science gods in their pristine laboratories. All friends of caliber, all honorable characters…
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When Life Is An Act of Devotion. .love speaks . .
Grampa says . . Grandma created first homemade meatballs in eggplant/ tomato sauce over polenta with a salad of romaine, cherry tomatoes and kohlrabi with olive oil and balsamic. . . and then crafts with grandma Claudia, the talented artist. . . . And then a story to…
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We Are In Need, sorely. . .
We Lift Our Heads. . . We lift our heads as we face our Source and give thanks to these gifts beginning our day; a body without pain and a mind clear and receptive; a heart that beats steadily and ears that hear clearly. For these gifts we are grateful. Open us and allow not…
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The Children Will Lead. . . but You Are The Answer. . . .
The Children Shall Lead Us. . . . Young people, some only in grammar schools, around THE WORLD have taken leave of their classrooms today to strike their concerns about the coming death of their best and only classroom. It is this planet Earth. Our only home as far as most of us know,…
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A Woman Of Great Wealth. . .
It was a hard move for all of us leaving over a hundred acres of camp property we were living on in Connecticut to move to city life in Michigan. From a lake with mountains and an 1800 farm house to a house with eight feet on either side was what we were looking…
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By Whose Authority? . .I Am My Own Authority! .
When this photo came the other day I could see a young woman of stature and maturity in answer to the question ‘By whose authority?. . . whatever the problem. . . . saying firmly that ‘I am my own authority!. . . . ‘ because her ancestry endows her. I give a brief synopsis.…
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Listen World, Listen. . . God In A Rock. . .
Listen world, Listen. God In a Rock. . . . (As we head into Earth day, I am approaching my 88th birthday and my world is iffy right now and if I could leave a letter to beloveds I would say this. ) There is a connection to all of our Earth. From the sky…
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In Love We Pray. . . amen and amen. . . .
As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curled about each other and I marveled at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I felt that nothing, no other world would ever make me feel such blessedness in my hands’ ability to do so many…
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As It Was. . . .
Paraphrasing the Teacher in a journal entry of a December past. . . . ‘She quietly opens the door and slips to the crib, not knowing the child’s father has already retired for the night in the room. She watches the child in sickness and the son watches his mother with her magic chants as…