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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…

  • 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. …

  • How Long Before All Worlds Will Be Safe . . . ?

    Sometimes I run previous posts to acquaint my new readers with earlier work to show where it is I come from.  This is one of those times I need to remember for me.   A gift given and life was renewed and I am grateful.  There is always hope with a writer that words written will…

  • Say This I Can Do. . .and hold in your hand. . . .

      I want to show you the final results of the blue material I made on post previously.  This I completed and wanted you to see what you can do just for fun.  It is a creative endeavor and limited only by the boundaries you set.  And I hope they will be few. The next…

  • 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…

  • To Feed My Spirit. . . .

    Lately I find myself not equal to the day’s events.   And considering how close the century mark hovers,  it is not unusual.  But I cannot remember with this body how I rose to the occasions when events played havoc with my heart.  So I take myself to the work table and create something from scratch. …

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…