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Life’s Connectedness is what must endure. . . . .
I wrote to Maria Wulf (fullmoonfiberart.com) for permission to share her post which drew my attention. It is such a deep pleasure for one like me to share the larger picture when our thoughts merge. There is a connection in the soul that has no word coming to mind, describing what happens when an Other […]
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Is However Long We’ll Talk . . . . .
However long. . . .the night is. . . . Coming into a chosen family will be what someone calls a misfit. And the label will stick. This often is a child with a need to know everything and talk. There will not be anyone to listen. Because there will be other children, work to […]
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Virtue In The Doing. . . .
The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom, in my terminus I see the wisdom of this. I was told to ‘do and you will […]
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Sometimes. . . words are not helpful. . .
Even unto this day, I am surprised when memory pops up to be dealt with though never a hint as to its depth. Where has it been keeping itself? No doubt in the catacombs along with my ancient self. It is somewhere in the journals I am sure. I just spent too much energy looking […]
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The Bread of Freedom is Truth. . . .
It is an open question, not the only one, but a question as to how we learn something. Since I hold several truths as self evident, and one of them is life everlasting, then prior lifetimes have taught me much. And some lifetimes lead to longer sleeptimes, or time outs, than others with no learning. […]
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The twig bent. . from where I come. . .
I have delayed posting because of ill health. Also because I wondered if what I have been involved in has been so much busy work. At times we have to confront and reassess. And because I am heavy with verbiage, there is much verification. Not all bad and some even passable. I have written on […]
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I Take Your Hand. . .
0bservations from an almost 50 year old mother to 3 sons in their late twenties. . . Journaled in June of 1980—— now an aged, almost 91 mother with a very tired head and a compromised immune system sporting a half dozen conditions ready for a nap . . . May, 2022 As a […]
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Because of Love and Balance, not Fear. . .
On December 30, 2017 I wrote the following. I edit only for space and my comments in the writing since then . . . I sat with my coffee and thought vengeance is mine saith the lord and took it to say with my vision, ahhh yeah. There is balance and I will write it. […]
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The Cost Of War. . .don’t get me started. . .
The Cost Of War. . .Knotted Family Ties. . . She was little more than a toddler. She was plain, even mousy by standards of beauty deemed for the very few. Stringy hair, hazel eyes with poor sight even and not the porcelain English complexion esteemed by her heritage. Left with her brother in Scotland […]
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Fun With An Idea. . . .
I remember walking from the garage to the house and wondering if my mate would see the work I did in the yard that had taken me till dark to do. And I was thinking of the Christmas tree I had once put up, sawing off the trunk to fit the holder, stringing blue lights […]