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A Convocation of Saints . . .
Not Fun and Games. . .but in communion . . My eldest in a conversation at one time spoke of the torture of those given knowledge in the inner journey. He said there was no one with whom to share what has been given so they drag in nobility aspects of it. He was…
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There Is A Balance. . . lest we forget. . . .
Too late we learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think that the die is not cast by them. They are and always have been. That the intricasies of complex…
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She Went To The Wedding. . . .
Emma E. with her Grandfather Hallissey So She Went To The Wedding. . . It was an evening affair. Black and white attire requested if possible and Emma E. complied. With a flower in her hair. It was a union of hearts and arms resting about each other all evening. An uncle was married…
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Forever Is Happening Now. . .
The miracle of life is that though we all hold different perspectives on everything, each of us, beast or human, we seem to hold an anchoring desire which is survival. And that desire somehow is enough to keep us afloat for however long. When we fail, we all fail and go down the tube together. …
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A Peace of Mind. . . .
It is not the mystery of life which stunts man and does not beguile him to further thought. It is the work involved. ***** It is not easy for Wendy to become Tinkerbell in one fell swoop. Not without destroying Peter Pan in that fell swoop. ***** Statistics are meant to sell beer and not…
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Around The Bend. . .
Today I sit in the midst of my birthday of 87 years. It is quiet. In rereading journals where I was told if you want a good book to read, write it, I am finding truth. Rarely do I remember if it was cereal for breakfast and therefore rereading the saga I wonder what…
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A Mother’s Dictum—Eternity Is A Long Time. . . .
Not often do I go back in time to relive something so intensely fierce that it can undo my mental health. Yet I was driven to remember when I found our ten month son missing. We were living in Tokyo at the time; my husband in the military. Our lodging was in an apartment near…
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To Savor The Minute. . . .
Sometimes it is necessary to be reminded to unglue ourselves from what is inundating the Ethers, to look upon each other as the most important for the moment. Take this as a gentle reminder. All we have is this moment. To Savor The Minute. . . . Could we take the time to savor…
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When The Plough Seems Too Heavy. . . . .
Gleanings . . . If you do not intend to look back, remember to lift the plough. And sometimes the plough seems too heavy to lift but we push on anyway to find it is a joy and a privilege. ***** Always state the condition of the heart in preference to appearance. You will…
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The Old Country. . .
Home of One’s Soul. . . The Teachers Speak. . . Every so often, out of one’s domain, there is an isolation that swamps one. It is difficult to shake, and yet there it is, evidence that this is not home. There is a portion or many portions appealing to one, yet basically,…