Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~ Khalil Gibran I rose early to see a loved one off on a tough adventure, with a prayer that their perseverance pays off… either that or that they learn to be flexible if things don't work out the way…
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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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Oops! Oops! OOPS! Halfway to my car, ready to head out for a full day of errands, it hit me: I didn't have my keys and the house was locked up tight. OOPS! What the hell happened to my OCD, that bully who forces me to check that my keys are in my purse over…
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Well, I guess I gave it away in the title. Rain keeps flirting with us here in the Hollow. This morning the sky opened up full force – for about three seconds. But the faucet kept dripping… I felt drops on my head all during our walk. I carried an umbrella just in case the…
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"Nothing happens unless first we dream." ~ Carl Sanburg So true. But dreams are just seeds – they don't bloom without the right conditions and it's up to us to help them along. We have to water them. Plant them where they'll get enough sunshine. I've been prodded several times just in the past few…
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"Osama has been killed!" I didn't believe the words at first when I saw them posted on Facebook, just skimmed past them thinking it was some political joke or teaser. Then I saw them again. And again. Behind me, my phone beeped – my son texting me with the news. I turned on the television,…
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On a summer morning in 1981, I stumbled up the stairs and into my condo after a twelve-hour night shift, turned on the television, plopped on the floor, and watched the fairy-tale wedding of Diana and Charles. Despite the cynicism of my 22 years, I guess I believed in the fairy-tale, and must have…
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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…
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I watched her glide from one end of the hollow to the other, riding the gusty wind currents like a surfer rides a wave, shifting ever so slightly to stay in the drift. She went all the way from my left to my far right without a single flap of her wings. Beautiful. I don't…
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