Erie Chapman
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Days 359-362 – Toys & Dreams
“We can’t ever see the real Santa. We can’t ever see the real God. But, we can see the hope of Christmas in every believing child and we can see the face of God sealed on the heart of every… Continue reading
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Days 355-356 – Solstice & Reverie
“…we can learn from the wise how we may, each short day and long night, find our way into the light.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 352-354 – “The Rich Running Day” – Poems As Pictures
“When we smile, our whole body smiles. When we cry, our whole body grieves. When we embrace ‘the rich running day’ we are healed.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 348-349 – Are We Dreaming?
“Time is a trick. But, the biggest trick of all may be reality…The only good choice we have in this world is to let our everyday choices be guided by Love’s energy instead of letting Fear’s energy shadow our days.”… Continue reading
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Days 345-347 – From Another Country – The Golden Thread We Inherit
“Anxious to see my newly-born grandson (back in 2010) but separated by the distance between Nashville and Boston, I wrote him a letter-poem…” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 338-342 – Profiles of Radical Loving Care
“Trying to measure Love is like attempting to snap a picture of God.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 331-333 – Action & Inertia
“What if, right now, you listened for how you can be a pathway for Love’s light?” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 329-330 Paraprosdokians
"Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous. Winston Churchill loved them." ~Anon Here are a few paraprosdokians from a distinguished cat named Esmae who dreams… Continue reading
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Days 327-328 – Those Who Rekindle Our Light
“…hope is a ship on the horizon. And it is sailing our way.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 324-326 – “When I Was The Forest”
“The more we seal ourselves off from the earth the more we distance ourselves from life. Love rises from the ground, wraps the trees, massages the oceans, stirs the fires of life and paints our hearts with the only colors… Continue reading
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