Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Feeding the Spirit
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…to say thanks for the prayers for Max. This morning he didn't just use all of his legs on our walk, but even trotted a little and played with Belle, pouncing and prancing and twirling so she couldn't bite his ankles (her favorite move.) I believe in the power of prayer and I know those…
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My sweet sister, the very one who is still recovering from hip surgery and lives daily with Parkinson's, found out this week she has glaucoma. To treat it and save her eyesight, she'll need to put drops in her eyes every day for the rest of her life. Listen to what she told me about…
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Driving, daydreaming, radio playing… I'm oblivious to the music, preoccupied with my thoughts, until this line from a song breaks through their chatter: Every breath is a second chance. Later, I couldn't remember another single word from the song. I couldn't tell you who sang it or even what station I was listening to. Those…
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…even before my eyes pop open, I pray… giving thanks, asking for guidance, and for the needs of my loved ones. That done, I stumble to the bathroom, splash water on my face, brush my teeth, "take care of business", and then head to the kitchen and start my coffee brewing. I need a bit…
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings For the past few weeks, I've felt like a jumping bean, hopping from one project to the next, never quite finishing one before moving on to another, mentally filling to overflowing a shelf…
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I rarely watch videos (who has time?) but made an exception for this one. By the end of it, I was in tears. His words spoke straight to me as much as to those kids just stepping into their lives. I'm starting my day with a renewed vow not to waste another minute. Thanks, Steve,…
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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885 Wednesday night, alone on the Bistro patio after a special banquet, I bent over to un-velcro a small cushion from one of the metal chairs. Triple digit heat had given…
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"…and you need a helping hand. And nothing, nothing is going right…" "Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there…" I covered for our church secretary yesterday afternoon so she could keep a doctor's appointment. It doesn't pay much, but sitting in her chair even for a short time…
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Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…
Long Hollow 