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The Beginning Of March
The coffee tasted especially good this morning; my wife found a new variety at a local store and it is now a favorite. I stepped outside to clip my fingernails, careful to keep the sun behind me as it slashed across the needle points and glass shards of frost on the grass. While I was about my business, I listened to the birds calling to each other across the hollers. Are the back-and-forth songs merely a “Hello! How are you this morning?” or are they a communication of important information, the inflection and tone and volume carrying nuances that only an avian heart can catch and decipher? The feeders were…
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Like Cold Water To A Weary Soul
On a day when I had been debating about whether this blog is a waste of everyone’s time, I received two emails from readers, emails that occupied my mind through much of the last few hours. The first email was from a gentleman who wishes to remain anonymous. His words were generous and uplifting and so very, very timely. What he expressed about this blog made me feel that perhaps it serves a purpose after all, at least for the time being. So my friend — and you know who you are — thank you. The phrase “You made my day” is overused, but in this case, it is quite…
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Awareness And The Spirit
I arrived at work this morning like Bob Cratchit, in a post-holiday rush, behind my time, dithered in the head, fumbling with my keys. I spent the morning trying to catch up on backed-up tasks. But busy as I was, something in my spirit was troubled. As the morning wore on, I realized that I felt a crushing sadness in my very bones. What could be making me feel this way? I thought. And then it came to me. Five years ago today, my sister called me at work to tell me that our mother had died. My memory is not what it once was, but my spirit, my internal…