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What Role
My attention was drawn to a woman of a certain age who walked elegantly past me wearing a pink wool coat and black patent pumps. A few days…
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All Day Long
Hugs and Kisses No fear of love or loving or to be loved or to show love
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Listening to the Inner Voice
Can you hear the living undercurrent that comes from listening? That carries us to a place of serene silence. Beyond pounding thoughts, the trying too hard beats, attached strings,…
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The Magic Wand
Of the things we call life, of the moments we label divine, of those beginnings and endings, the ebb, the flow, the ache, the…
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Shared Stories: Jan Desmarais-Morse
After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each…
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The Little Artist of Interior Design
Gabriel was squishing and rolling, and cutting and patting play-doh oto a board as Chelsea and I talked about the day. Then he stopped, stepped back and said to Chelsea…
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Shared Stories: Peggy Lunde
After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each…
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Shared Stories: Michelle Homer
After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each…
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Shared Stories: Elizabeth Schaeffer
After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each…
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