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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…
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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…
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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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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. …
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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,…
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Truisms. . . .
The heart will determine what the head sees and put into the eyes the meaning of it all. ***** Time is not of the essence, but quality of thinking is. For the thought was already a thing in process before the action cemented it. ***** By their actions you shall know them. By their actions…