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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…
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Love and Beauty. . .right to life. . .
Emma E. has been promoted to a step down to less intensive care. She is at 37 weeks and two days ago was at 3 lbs 13 oz. The camera could only catch what was in the heart of the photographer. The love and beauty of both are palpable. They should be every child’s right…
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We Are Her Stewards. . . . . . love her. . . serve her. . . protect her. . .
Photo by Joe Hallissey Sr.
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A Time For Making Peace. . .
Our Prayer. . . When words have been shouted and have struck hearts forever changed, we gather our resources from within and count on Grace Given by thoughtful minds that harbor goodwill. We pray to what we hold highest and best that we meet challenges that bring the changes needed. And we do not discount…
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A Cosmic Experience. . .
From a past journal entry. . . emotions become a burden needing to be understood before they are shrugged. Once understood they become integrated and no longer need to be carried. To understand the fullness of humanity is the first step toward the cosmic experience. When the feelings become more than the human body can…