I Could Kiss Myself

Yesterday I was watching small streams of water flow into small lakes beneath the snow.  I walked across a parking lot at full stride, a sign that my injured feet were returning to full strength.  I was thinking of putting … Continue reading

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These are the days of holiness and wonder . . .

It’s not about what you get–it is what you are willing to give up.

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Are You a Watcher . . . or a Weaver?

Outside a slim moon hovers over the earth.  It sheds little light but holds its position firmly.  The moon knows that another time will come and it will once again widen its edges to send a dim and pretty light … Continue reading

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