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Gleanings. . . a few. . .
Man’s kharma is his dharma, the coin he uses to buy for himself the peace he seeks. ***** To see through the eyes of an Other will put one’s heart into divine orbit. ***** Can man run far enough and fast enough to escape the swollen burden of coming to grips with self confrontation?…
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To Answer. . . our very best. . .
This has been a hard year for all with unavoidable obstacles. We have wondered together if there would be Light beckoning to grant some reprieve during these holy days and holiday season. There was and is but we do not let up on our vigil until given word it is so. The journey has…
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The Past Is Still Happening. . . .
I looked for the journal entry until I had to stop last night because of a heart willing itself to stop if I did not. My eldest son as well as a beloved friend once called my persevering tendency unnerving. Both vowed they could not live my way. I learned much later to…
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A Chance To Make Better. . . .
Gratitude. . for lives consciously loved through. . . . . . She was a friend of the boys and came to share her grief with life; an aspiring legal mind that looked to reason the why of it all. She asked in despair, why did you settle for so little? Words escaped me because…
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A Cosmic Prayer for Mankind. . . .
Much crowds my head and I would wish to put it out like a grand buffet. But it would bring dyspepsia for the majority and who would turn away. But life is a balanced judgment. We seem to be fed what we need and purposely not what we want. And that is where good…
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Make It Count For Real. . . . .
Since I know that no steps are skipped in Evolution, lest we have gaps in behavior even more difficult than what we see, I admit to fatigue as the years encroach. Coming to mind from a time past is our eldest as he waited for his father to drive him to the train back to…
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Running Late. . . .
(Of late my head has too many ideas wanting a voice, even when I sit and want to write a simple catch up note. The Muses, or my Spirit Within or God About seize the moment and wish it learned. . .so Jane, here is the letter I meant to send. . . ) Jane,…
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A Resting Place. . . .
Conclusions are reached by methodical circumcision. We cut apart our hearts and yield what we can. ***** There will always be those things which cost dearly and have no remunerative value. They may be outside our frame of reference but are recognized when the time is right. Then you know you have paid dearly…
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The Simple Often Says It Right. . . .
The Jenny Genes are rightly sometimes a curse as well as blessing. It drives this writer to despair when the right word evades and the curse begins its perseverance work on me. And search I do for the precise word. For there is of course we think a precise word for everything. We…
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Connections I know. . .
And you will know also. . . Nine years ago, when I was 80, a grandson said I should do a blog. Not knowing what a blog was, he proceeded to teach me. This perennial student did not want to disappoint the good teacher. Edited here is one of the early posts where I try…