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Category: Just thinking…
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Depression settles into me like a fine dust, obscuring reality just enough to be an annoyance. It reminds me of the dust storms in the Texas panhandle my grandmother told me about – one minute its a sunshiny day, you're going about your business, whistling … and then this darkness rolls in, seeping into every…
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"Those that will learn to pray, let them go to sea." – George Herbert Welsh, poet 17th century I'm thinking of the pristine beaches of northern Florida …so many memories in my heart … the kids digging in the sand, building castles, gathering shells, snorkeling and bodysurfing …the deserted stretch we lucked upon last summer,…
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Music by Steppenwolf and Jimi Hendrix, stories about a romance kindled by a wet T-shirt contest, interspersed with traditional Catholic readings and blessings … the funeral this afternoon wasn't typical, by any means. But that's only right, isn't it? We're all individuals with distinct personalities. I think it's only fitting that our funerals should reflect…
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I've been spinning through emotions the past few days. Sunday evening I was still floating in air over having Shake Russell fill my house with his beautiful music when I got a call that a dear friend's ex-husband had died, killed in a motorcycle accident that afternoon. My heart aches for her – even though…
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"An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day." ~Henry David Thoreau "Lovely flowers are the smiles of God's goodness." ~William Wilberforce "Love all God's creation, the whole Earth and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light … If you love everything, you will perceive…
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This human being is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
Long Hollow 