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Maria’s mug of milk and warm moon. . . .
One of my cyber friends had a marvelous post on March 14, 2025 called a mug of milk and warm moon. Maria Wulf is a poet as well as an artist and she is a joy to watch when she posts. Her connection to our natural world puts us all in a classroom to wonder…
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Thoughts en Route . . . .
Thoughts En route The cliché ‘I am only human’ is a self qualifier and an excuse in case of failure. Reverse psychology would have humans admitting their divine self and then the Heavens would have reason to shout, ‘Prove it!’ We then might not fall so squarely on our ethics. The only tool necessary in…
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The Mist That Sustains Me . . . .
(there are those like me in our terminus who have carried what the sophisticated did not because they were born for better lives they said, more important things than menial work. Because for reasons mostly involving children, the work of caring for those unable fell on unsuspecting shoulders. We find a hundred years later…
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When Passion Is Exhausted . . . .
The Best Of All Worlds When a teenage grandson arrived into our family, my talks with him were cerebral and pithy. We were in my basement study and on the wall was a quote which I had paraphrased from something I was reading and his mother, an artist, had illustrated. (We have since used the…
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the best gift of all. . . . and best friend. . .
our minds as companion . . .to treat with respect. And the next statement must be, how much better can life be? When to thy Self be true, could we be not true to everyone? If I could wave my magic wand and grant a loving wish to all children born into whatever worlds are…
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WE WILL TALK AGAIN . . . . .
We Will Talk Again . . . We will talk of philosophy and we will talk of poetry again like . . . .once upon a yesterday. . . . . We will talk of people and beings whose lives are woven tapestries of great wonder. . . . And we will again grace the…
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For Sitting On The Porch . . . .
For Sitting On The Porch. . . It is a night for sitting on the porch. The night is soft and there is a breeze about. Soft. A love night. . . How could it be better? Only to share with an Other whose eyes see as mine do; the shapes of the trees…
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Sufficient Reason. . .
One of my favorite authors has been Susan Howatch. When she left the United States, she returned to England with her daughter. She also was accepted at Oxford to study philosophy. She learned from the old philosophers that the human mind as structured was unable to understand nor grasp the concept of Reality as taught. …
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We do it now because we know . . .
To change history. . .a new path. . . I had been at sixes and sevens (so to speak). I should explain that the idiom means things being in great doubt with me. The idiom is centuries old coming from (more nearly surmised) the English. Since I married into an Anglo Saxon Protestant family, I…
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Immigrant. . . .
Although it was my best of intentions I don’t know why it was not obvious to those who claimed they knew me. But what they saw was some kind of favoritism but never the cost or the contract involved. That it could not be believed was understandable. But the next question should have been, why…