Weblogs
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Days 137-141 The Gravity of Rain
One of my mother’s great gifts was her love of rain. It is not science that communicates rain’s true gravity. Only poets, film artists, writers & painters can suggest what rain means to the heart. Continue reading
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Days 130-134 What 80 Years Taught George Will
“There is,” as George Santayana said, “no cure for birth and death, save to enjoy the interval.” Continue reading
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Days 123-127 – The Finest of Fine Arts
Caregiving is, in fact, the finest of Fine Arts. A good thing to remember during Nurse’s Month. Continue reading
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Days 116-120 – Women, Men & God
Which sex is, by nature, closer to God? Men, women or neither? If the issue is violence, men lose. 98% of mass shootings are committed by males. Peace comes through surrender. Men find that teaching excruciatingly difficult to practice. Continue reading
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Days 109-113 – When Water Falls
We began life in Water’s womb. Her waves, or lakes, her streams are poems. Especially when water falls. Continue reading
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Days 102-106 Beauty Unexpected
Beauty resides everywhere & often shines most powerfully in the places least noticed & most unexpected. Beauty, although evanescent, is the gift Love gives all who pause to see her face & allow their souls to smile back in gratitude. Continue reading
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Days 95-99 – A Near-Death Experience
As my body moves from near-death to actual, that childhood experience looms. Click on the link for a meditation created to suggest those moments & bring you peace.(1946 footage of dad & me by my mother.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnIHcNufeLI Continue reading
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Days 88-92 Describe Yourself In One Sentence
A wish lantern was released at your birth. What came true? How would you describe who are? Remember? Just one sentence. Mine is: “I went after too much & got it.” Continue reading
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Days 81-85 Resident Beauty
When we serve Beauty we are living Love. When we live Love we live our best selves. That is why Beauty is a garden well worth tending. Continue reading
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Days 74-77 One Swing
For a moment, the subject was not the pandemic or politics or war. It was that something happy happened to somebody, anybody. Something they could celebrate as well. Continue reading