Tag: spirituality
group name: journalmoments
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October 20, 2007 08:30 PM EDT --
Last night a rumbling, grumbling northeasterner came thundering into town raining raccoons and opossums this side of the pond. The wind was screeching and Papa's windchimes, all four of them, . . . more
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November 18, 2007 12:37 PM EST --
I awoke early this morning, perhaps around four and silently went down the stairs in stocking feet. Going into the computer room, I brought up Gather and read my private emails. Then off . . . more
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April 02, 2008 07:48 AM EDT --
Sometimes....
Sometimes we search
For something Without
Wandering afar seeking
That which will complete
The yearning in our soul
Only to discover it was
Within . . . more
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December 12, 2007 06:10 AM EST --
Through stately pine forests
no sounds are heard . . . more
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October 21, 2007 07:35 AM EDT --
Oh my goodness, just an incredible sunrise this morning I witnessed as I walked Tucker around the bogs and all I could do was sing out loud and clear words to a song I learned many years ago when the . . . more
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July 28, 2007 10:22 PM EDT --
Sitting on his treeside throne
Guarding precious ears of corn
Looking at the world with scorn
Feeling just a bit forlorn.
Suddenly a flash goes past --
Ruddy rodent joins the cast
Stealthy, . . . more
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August 02, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
For those of you who know me well and have known me for quite some time, I offer an update on an old story. For those of you I have just met, relax, and let me tell you a tale...
Once upon a time (spring . . . more
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July 27, 2007 12:53 AM EDT --
From:
Date:
2007/07/08 Sun AM 09:17:34 EST
To:
Subject:
Morning
Hi,
Good Morning. I pray that you are having a good day. . . . more
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February 15, 2008 05:45 AM EST --
For Christmas, Lena, a parent of one of my kindergarteners gave me a gift certificate to have my cards read. Having never done this before, I was a wee bit apprehensive. Would the Reader tell me something . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:47 PM EDT --
What can I share with you
O, My Sisters
That will not
Make your eyes roll
. . . more
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June 19, 2007 01:15 PM EDT --
Those of you that know Kat is doing it a bit tough, lets Gather together and bend a knee and say several prayers for Kat.
Kat.
Out there some where
Around about . . . more
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July 20, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
Telling Love.
We talked last night and from deep within
You left a desire
That will never wear thin
Words you express
Feel just like your lips pressed
Firmly on my chin . . . more
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August 20, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
Maybe it was a perfect storm about to fall all around me. Maybe it was just a bunch of life transitions happening all at once. There were a few moments that hurt like hell, but those moments . . . more
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June 20, 2007 04:22 AM EDT --
After the last few days and the news about Kat, I am a bit numb at the moment,
My fingers don't feel the urge to type and there seems to be just a bit of silence in the air. maybe everyone is praying . . . more
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December 16, 2007 10:28 AM EST --
This is perhaps our first true winter walk
One down by the edge of the reservoir
There is a softer music now
on the wide swarth of the bog
Which the wind draws from the forest. . . . more
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January 09, 2008 10:41 AM EST --
Disappeared from my touch
gone from my sight
never from my heart
your smile dances in my mind
our lips will never touch again
you lay in stillness
under earthen mound . . . more
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July 10, 2007 10:00 AM EDT --
Some contrasting stories in the couriermail.com.au Feel free to add your comments.
A MAN convicted of adultery has been stoned to death in a village in northwestern Iran, the first time such an . . . more
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August 11, 2007 05:12 PM EDT --
I wish I were in your arms and kissing your beautiful lips.
I wish I was breathing the same air as you
I wish I was standing in the same ray of sunshine
I wish I was hit by the same . . . more
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January 01, 2008 10:21 AM EST --
A ramble through
unchartered woods
to a path overgrown
with brambles and thorns
and crusty moss covered rocks,
To a cabin in . . . more
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February 22, 2008 10:20 AM EST --
Through his lens
He sees his world.
Through his eyes
We see the wonder
of the natural place
We call home.
Through his eyes
We see an old
country road
and the shadows
the . . . more
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