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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…
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Kiss The Morning. . . wall quilt
Because I love doing what I do and am addicted to learning new ways when my abilities diminish due to aging and its consequences, I keep trying. And remember a teacher’s admonition, that you are not a machine. If you wish perfection, buy a machine made whatever. So I do not give up. I love…
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Life’s Observations. . . .vast. . . .
Life’s Observations . . . Sometimes one tires of treading lightly on psyches with cushioned feet. Perhaps there are times to wear what once were called old army boots. ***** Power comes to those who are able to bow down the strong. And it happens at every level. When knowledge becomes the tool,…
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Upon Entry. . . a warm fire. . .
So much weather and all else happening that it is time for a light repast. It is time for a warm fire and a hot something with a bit of spice. It would be looked upon favorably. It is time for the head to rest and the body to recline. But only for a time. …
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Kindergarten. . .
To Play the Child. . . For whatever is not made peace with, will piece the person. It will break them into a million parts, never knowing it can be peaced, nor seeing how they contribute to it all, will leave the adult body still playing the child. When one operates from a child’s reference…
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The Bread Knows. . . .
Some days. . . are a wipe out. Only to do what one can. The Rabbi Teacher asked only one thing. ‘Feed the children.’ Sometimes the simplest command is shrouded by a complex system of thought. Think so? The Bread Knows the Feel of my Hands. . . I know the dust of the flower…
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Skimming the Ethers. . .
Mother to child with expanding knowledge. . . ‘I don’t care in what lifetime you were Pope but in this life you clean up your own messes.. ! Now!!! ***** We clean our own doorstep before the children go out so that they do not step into the muck and mire we neglected to…
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Gleanings. . .
Reason will convince in its own time. Violence never does. ***** Reason will convince doubly with example. ****** Life is purposeful, though not entirely reasonable. There is no more reason above man than there is where he is. ***** All of Earth is a demonstration in belief systems. This is the place where diverse…
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What The World Needs. . . .
The Tender Embrace. . . We all speak from memory. Whether it is ours or not, it makes little difference. For within us it is so that the one time speaks for all time. And everything else is a variation on a theme. I could not know how deep the emotion which evoked the…