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Category: Feeding the Spirit
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On Death ~Kahlil Gibran You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body…
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"Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." ~ Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption I've seen Shawshank Redemption a zillion times. And last night I had two zillion things to do. So when TG started watching it, I tried to ignore it and focus on what…
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Conditions may change. No, scratch that. Conditions will change. That's just life. No matter what condition you find yourself in today, whether drought or flood or somewhere in between, look for ways to nourish your spirit (they're there, I promise) and bloom anyway. "Happiness and freedom begin with a clear understanding of one principle: Some things…
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In desperation searching for answers you make a decision plot a course feeling divinely inspired so sure this is it the answer then at the threshold too late to turn back you discover a pit self-doubt, worry, fear what if this isn't the answer? what if, instead, this makes it worse creates more knots…
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Were there no fools, there would be no wise ones. ~ German Proverb There are days I'm grateful for the gray skies and gathering storm clouds because a blue sky would be a slap in the face, mocking the gray I feel inside. There are days I feel I know everything, and days I realize…
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Glancing up or back or out of a window just in time to see something that makes you forget what you're doing for a few moments and just sigh. Passing our French doors yesterday morning, something on the edge of my vision caught my eye. I turned just as a Great Blue Heron glided past…
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I stepped out this morning to a world, well, not quite washed clean, but at least refreshed. Sometime during the night or this morning, it rained, leaving this puddle full of reflection on the porch like a mysterious gift. The rain settled the dust and I'm trying hard to do likewise with my thoughts that…