The redoing of us.
“Each morning, we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.” ― Buddha
The redoing of us. Read More »
“Each morning, we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.” ― Buddha
The redoing of us. Read More »
Sometimes, things just stand out. Like a bad hat. This was the case for James I, in the portrait accompanying his bio. One of two things happened in that portrayal of him. Either 1. the artist had very little skills in portrait painting and did a terrible rendition of him, including the bad hat, but
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Hello, and good thank you, for reading as you do. I have had some sort of flu bug for going on nine days now. And I have been finding it hard to write on a daily basis. So. Until there is a skip in my step, I will see you down the line. Your pal,
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When we look into the face of the world we’ve built, it can be pretty ugly at times. An upswing in homicides. Yet another school shooting. Climate disasters. Hateful politics. Hunger and homelessness. Oh. And then there’s the pandemic. To name a few. I’m probably feeling a bit sinister. We’ve been sick here with some
Finding the peace within. You pick. Read More »
I just thought you should know. The California Department of Motor Vehicles has issued six driver’s licenses to six different people named Jesus Christ. Apparently, the second coming may be sneaking up on us, and we don’t even know it. More than 800 American children born in 2012 were named Messiah, according to the Social
Jesus on the highway. You never know. Read More »
“Praying” by Mary Oliver It doesn’t have to bethe blue iris, it could beweeds in a vacant lot, or a fewsmall stones; justpay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t tryto make them elaborate, this isn’ta contest but the doorwayinto thanks, and a silence in whichanother voice may speak.
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“At the River Clarion” by Mary Oliver I don’t know who God is exactly.But I’ll tell you this.I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stoneand all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking.Whenever the water struck a stone it had something to say,and the water itself, and
Whenever I hear his name, guilt by association steps in, and I think of strawberry cakes. James Madison, our fourth president, was married to Dolley Madison. And of course, “Dolly Madison” cakes are a branch of Hostess. Sometime, in my early goings of things, I was given a package of Dolly Madison strawberry Zingers, and
The president married to Dolley. And the ensuing cakes. Read More »