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Another Blizzard Grocery store so crowded all carts are in use inside a buzz of people line up to buy firewood and hot chocolate; there is no bread on the shelves. Snow drifting in a blanketed hush heaps of glistening powder blindingly bright insulates lives; pristine and snug, quiet and still. Then with an overlay … Read more
Wow. I’ve finished five years on this daily blog. That’s 1,825 entries! Here’s an extensive list of best blog posts, which folks have found especially helpful.
I love the Christmas music videos attached below! And our (future bureaucrat) daughter offers the attached poem: The Night Before Christmas-government edition
The Nightmare or the Dream Last night I had a nightmare: income inequality had gotten so bad in this country that there was rampant anarchy. The governmental system was so mistrusted and corrupt that the infrastructure of our cities couldn’t be maintained and they crumbled dealing with surging floods, soaring temperatures wildly stronger storms, and … Read more
Toward a “Both/And” World Sometimes we get so fused up over something being either/or when it can easily be both/and. Our son couldn’t decide between Political Science or Engineering so he’s double majoring. Whatever he does in his future he’ll benefit from what he learns in each. Churches struggle with a clash of concepts … Read more
Secret Sometimes when the morning sun streams through the kitchen window and I’m washing the dishes or opening a can of cat food or sweeping potato peels and onion skins off the linoleum floor, I get so taken with the way my arms move back and forth with the broom or how pretty my … Read more
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Floating Down the River Submerged in rivulets of undulating millefiori bean shapes refracting vigorously verdant overgrowth while little-bo-peep clouds, puffed, also float in strong blue hue above, and underneath, macrame light nets coppery rocks, anchoring them. But on the surface dapples shift and converse, one color streak jostles with the next, chatting, swapping places … Read more
The Problem with Bullies With bullies you lose whatever you do. Most bullies don’t realize they are bullying or jealous or inappropriate and they don’t always only pick on those that are awkward and unsure. Some bullies think they are leading when they intimidate, condescend and overrule. Those petty dictators that so desperately have … Read more
My mother passed on today. My mother passed on today. No tribute will ever be adequate. I was held (almost smothered) by my husband together with my children when I received the news. She’s still with me in so many ways. She gave with such wholehearted generosity and in so much fervent profusion that those … Read more
Isle au Haut …surging, lapping, thrashing tides, in and out sharp cliffs, jagged stones, pinnacle precipices and squeaky, tipsy, rounded rock beaches… …careful footing is needed on hiking trails a labyrinth of crisscrossing roots, stepping up and down in boulder toeholds, punctuated with mud and moss… …straggly pines with clumped branches, nestlike but forlorn oblivious … Read more
You Took Me In a refuge a reverie an agent of regeneration resonating… I always say give of your light but not of your oil but how does one get an oil change? Unexpectedly, it seems from the arms of divine Love through your willing hands stretched out to a stranger Sand beach filled my … Read more
I’ll Never Get Away I’m about to go on vacation but I’ll never get away My job surrounds me everywhere I’ll always be a praying person, always be a mother always be a lover of the world. I work and watch and trust and hope So even though I may finally get to see new … Read more
Don’t spend it on the stack of mail, the phone call, the mounting inventory of groceries. Resist the finished wash cycle and the dishes clamoring for clean-up.
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An Era Ends
It is normal and good.
No big deal in one way.
Totally obvious and natural.
But still there is a twinge.
We were expecting her
when she first visited that room
still in the womb
and it was in that space God gave us a sign
and we knew we would buy this house.
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of … Read more
Permission We are humbly obedient to the Mind that made us programmed as it were as God’s image and likeness as offspring of the divine Father/Mother like the apple does not fall far from the tree. As like produces like and as God is infinite all-powerful good: so are we. We cannot be otherwise. Never … Read more