Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Feeding the Spirit
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The weatherman told me this morning it would be another 100+ day, so as soon as the sunlight brushed the hilltops, I stepped outside and called the boys for our walk. Frankie was ready, but Max and Charly were no where to be seen. They'd had the same idea as me, apparently…Walk early, before the hollow…
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"My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue…an everlasting vision of the everchanging view. A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold. A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold…" Carole King's words touched something inside me the first time I heard them thirty-eight years ago, triggering a longing for richness, depth…
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…I would rise with the sun every morning and walk along the beach…I would spend every spare minute during the day searching for unique seashells, capturing images of the birds, the dunes, the grasses, the waves on my camera, feeling the sun kiss my shoulders, and cooling off in the surf…I would find a quiet…
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Chasing dreams, making them come true…Sacrificing your time, traveling to another country to make a real difference in someone's life…That's what two of my fellow 50-year-olds are doing right now. Me, on the other hand…well, I'm living vicariously through them thanks to Facebook and blog pictures and postings because I've spent way too many days…
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I'm surrounded by my family, scrambling to get ready for services at my parents' Baptist church. Daniel forgot a nice shirt…I think he's borrowing one of my dad's. I was smart – I got up early to get first dibs on the bathroom so I could be ready and out of the frenzy. One more…
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I'm thinking about family, love and sacrifice today – only fitting, I think, considering it's the day we remember the ultimate sacrifice that Jesus made for us. As if dying to save us from our own sins and give us a chance at eternal life wasn't enough, he set an example for us, showed us…
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Aim at heaven and you will get Earth thrown in. Aim at Earth and you get neither. C.S. "Jack" Lewis
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Suffocation. Blindness. That's how despair feels. It blinds you to all light, hope, faith, joy and love. Things your spirit needs for survival just as your physical body needs air. I felt it years and years ago, remember the darkness all around me, like I had stumbled into a cave, cold, clammy, void of all light…
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First to Mass for Palms and blessings…next to the Hope House for silly songs and smiles…next soccer with sunshine and celebration (I'm optimistic – they're two for two)…and finally BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN for singing, dancing, memories, and celebrating TWO 50th birthdays with our friends George and Karen. This will be my third "date" with Brucie…the first was…
Long Hollow 