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Roots in the Ground
I love trees. I love watching them go through the seasons – how their leaves and limbs change with the weather. How they spring back to life and blossom after the cool of the winter. How each one is slightly different, even when they are the same variety. When I was little, I used to think the wind was generated…
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Walk Forward
There are moments when the challenges of life seem pretty complex. Overwhelming. Daunting. Even a little scary. The question is – what to do next? As I sit here on a quiet Saturday morning, typing on my Surface, the answer seems incredibly simple. Just walk forward a step at a time. Life is a lot like walking. Balance is required.…
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Be Still
There is music in my mind…in my soul, The beat moves, even in the deep of the night. Lyrics, harmony, rhythm, Come together in dreams with intense colors. And in the midst of this sonata there is a Voice. The chart may be unfinished, The chorus unsung, But the One who never sleeps hums along. For after all, the melody…
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In the Night
I call it “busy brain”. That noisy chatter in my head in the middle of the night. I mean, it’s usually always there, but in the daytime it’s not as annoying as it is at 2:00 AM. There are a lot of unknowns in my life just now.. I find it unsettling. However, if one really stops to analyze things,…
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Mother’s Day Questions
It was a calendar event I used to dread. Mother’s Day…a day filled with sentiment, blessings, and perhaps for some compounded and needle-sharp grief. Thankfully, I have harmonized the dissonant notes and come to some very positive conclusions and want to share them. Because I feel very strongly about this, I’m posting it now. Maybe there is only one other…
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A Thousand Whispers
The sky is blue – stunning and vibrant, Leaves on trees glow brilliant green. Spring has come in jubilant light Dancing across the rolling hills. In its midst, the tumbling breeze…. Calls out in sweet abandon. Sometimes its voice is strong, And others, merely whispers. Lean forward, catch the words From the heart of Spring. Pause and hear, Wait and…
