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  • English Muffin Bread that toasts divinely. . . .

    You might find this helpful if you will be having a houseful of hungry people looking for something to eat Thanksgiving morning but wanting to leave space for big bird, this you will feed them.  Everyone loves English Muffins but to have enough on hand leaves a bare budget.  This recipe makes two loaves and…

  • What if it is true. . . just for today. . .

    What if it is true. . . . .just for today. . . .  The thought occurred to me what if whatever we think  is true. . .  just for today?  How would it affect me and life around me?  How would it affect you being related in thought with me? What if it were…

  • Like Silly Putty In The Hands Of Children. . . . .

      . . . .I got to thinking about this dream that made this world and all in it.  I have been thinking about Michael Talbot who figured out that this was a holographic universe and everything in it was a soup kitchen.  Soupy and until we looked at it to name it and because…

  • Observations. . .from my lifetimes. . .

    If you do not intend to look back,  it’s best to remember to lift the plow. ***** Wishes are as potent a force as fishes swimming in live water. *****  Under adverse conditions, we become more of what we are. *****  To think is a holy obligation.  And to be held accountable should follow.  We…

  • What’s A Mind For?

    Somethings Learned While Scrubbing. . (with no help and no money we called it work, and did not know it was multi tasking. . )  I scribed. . .January 16, 1994. . . . When capacities are stretched continually, compassion fatigue is a condition when all avenues are locked into emotions.  It is no surprise…

  • We Had But One Name. . . .(in Genesis)

    Perhaps Doris Lessing and I would not be close friends because of commitment.  But I can and do admire her brilliance with the written word and some of her ideas.  Two  things of value stand out.  The first is of  long standing and I spent hours locating this source only to find it at midnight…

  • I Crashed The Gates. . . .

    I have spent time in why I have reached some conclusions and also wish to write a post to explain a bit about my ability to scribe.  I have been into scribing since the ‘60’s and even have the first poem, almost committed to memory.  And that is not an easy mode for me, to…

  • The Bigger Picture is Always More. . . .

        (I happened upon these scanned items in a file and was near tears.  I have read them many times but in this form, cannot remember doing them.  In reviewing my life,  what brought tears was the fact that everything I write about is backed up.  And learning for me is integrating what is…

  • Observations. . . .

    I live in a neat house.  On the day I set out the trash, garbage pickers drive by to look for good things.  They drive away when they realize my garbage is like everyone else’s.  They soon realize I don’t throw away good stuff. *****   For too many people life is a closed circuit TV. …

  • We are what we know . . .and cannot pretend. . .

    (sometimes I need to repeat a post simply because I cannot improve upon what I learned.  And I want to say to the parents of youngers,  listen to them and see from where your kinders come.  I want to plant what this younger said at 7 into those who sit in power and ask what…