Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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The dust disappeared about mid-morning yesterday. I noticed the sunshine seemed a bit brighter and the sight of the yellow wildflowers dancing in the breeze made me happy. Just thinking of their movement as dancing let me know my vision was beginning to clear. It didn't even matter that I was settling in for hours…
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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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I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~ Abraham Lincoln I collect things … books, crosses, photographs. I also collect memories, tucking them away in my heart, filing them according to category, to be pulled out at a later date when they're needed.…
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When you think about it, life is so very fragile, so touch and go, and there are so many things that can go wrong – that do go wrong sometimes – that it's a miracle any of us are even here. When you think about the pain of childbirth, the exhaustion of taking care of…