Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Feeding the Spirit
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"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." ~ Albert Schweitzer My friend Jillsy sent this to me last week – my prize for contributing the most…
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Tiny almond-shaped eyes – chocolate drops full of innocence, ignorant of the violence that brought us all together – peered at me over her mother's shoulder. She wore a yellow romper and sky blue bonnet, such a contrast to the black and white donned by the rest of us who formed a circle of love…
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This morning I planted prayer requests in my virtual world; within moments, sweet thoughts and assurance of prayer blossomed before my eyes. I believe prayer is powerful, and I believe the prayer and good wishes that joined my own today get a lot of the credit for my sister's surgery being so successful. Full recovery…
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Prayer weaves its way throughout my being, throughout my day … a strong fiber holding the pieces together, supporting me, lifting me … a light breaking the darkness, revealing blessings, allowing hope. Today, and for the next several days, weeks, months, I'm asking for your prayer to join mine… About the time most of us…
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Wildflowers are waking up, dotting the caliche roadside. Mostly yellow for now, although Tom said he spotted some small blue ones. (He cheats – he has bifocals and can wear his glasses all the time.) So yesterday morning I switched camera lenses and turned my attention from the treetops, where I'd been searching for birds,…
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…dust to dust. Tonight I'll be reminded of my mortality … of the swiftness of life … of my transgressions. No need to remind me of my mortality. Lately, I'll be going about my business and then suddenly I have this impression, or perhaps you could even call it a vision, of my life in…
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Thomas Merton said that, not me. But I like it. I spend my day in silence. In prayer. In the mornings, it's just me, the dogs and my thoughts. Most of the day I'm on my own in a little office with very little co-worker conversation. At night, Tom sighs and leaves me to the…
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Do you know anything about Blue Monday? Supposedly the third Monday of January is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. I read a little blurb about it today – this is the third Monday of January, by the way – and I don't know if it was the power of suggestion,…
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