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The Gift of Love
With abundant love comes the possiblity to freely unfold to the center of yourself.
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How to have pure clean Fun
With one hand stir gravel on the ground until the dirt separates creating billows of powdery dust. Stir until your hand is thickly covered with dirt, appearing to have a glove on it.…
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A Mouse in the House
In Sacha's breast pocket sits a new friend: A small charcoal mouse named, "Chewy." I am afraid of cats and dogs, though mice do not bother me. I didn't…
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Dreaming
Marie came up to me and in a voice barely louder than a whisper said, "I dreamt of Vo last night." "Really!" I exclaimed and…
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What I miss most about France
No, no, no, not the Eiffel tower, not the 300 plus cheeses, nor the fantastic inexpensive wine that isn't called, "Two Buck Chuck". I can't even say that I miss the…
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The Little Mermaid
The seaweed was wet and full of sand. I gathered it up and admired the texture and subtle colors. Walking back to my brother's camp Molly (my five year…
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Some teen agers drive for the first time around the block and maybe go to Starbucks, while others consider driving to Rome
Early in the morning the telephone rang. I heard French Husband speaking in French which confirmed to me that Chelsea had arrived safely in France. I sat up in bed…
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An Angel Sings
A few days ago I wrote about my friends’ baby Daisy. At that time she was just a mere two days old and in critical condition. Since then every day seems…
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On the Way to Blogging Today
I turned on the computer, Sat down, Looked at the screen, Scratched my head, Searched my heart pockets, Mind wandered over a million thoughts- but none became crystal clear. Stomach…
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Categories
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- Palestine, Helping Mohammed and his Family
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- Willows, Memories from Back Home