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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…
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Ripped, severed, broken. . .
The day looms with fierce emotions which will lay its colors upon the hearts of mourners forever. It is with little thought given by some that words have great power over the course of our lives. It is we who must teach the children the choice of words must be with care. And we adults…
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To The Table Of Thought. . . Beggar’s Prayer. . . again
To The Table Of Thought. . . I talk of the Essence of God because in Quantum Physics becoming is the key word for all of us in the present stages of Is, Am, Are. Some of us freshly wrought, others centuries in the harvest. I plead to my god within to see the way…
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Emma E . . .the best of blends. . . .
She said wait and I will get my hat on and be ready to go! And her hat is on and she has her bag and is ready for fun! For our little one who is the best of blends. . . like good coffee or fine wine, she is a sparkler. Weighing in early…
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Dear Emma E. . .
Dear Emma E.. . . We know each other although we haven’t put our arms around each other yet. But we know the shape of our hearts. And that is most important no matter what world we are in. I am a big person, but if I were little like you, I would want a…
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A sorrow hushed. . . the holocaust. . .
A sorrow hushed. . . the holocaust. . . My ears cleaved to the door frame of the dining room. Her whisper was hoarse, were there many? Lots, he said, lots, as he held the letter that told him what they saw. Speaking in broken English, he continued. They pushed for space, women…