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Gleanings From Living Long
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I've lost my head! Me too! I can't think… I feel like an April Fool! Sorry!!
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It might happen to you, like it did to me – when you're singing along to an old sad song trying to hold it together – that's when it might hit you – or in the middle of nowhere talking to your friend, husband or wife – it might boil over the top and…
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Social distancing not required… Cat (DJ) and Armadillo, the Moon and Venus, Two Butterflies, Cat (Lucy) kisses Gator, Two Web-footed friends, Five Turtles! All Safe.
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Often I catch myself sitting with my hands folded, like a good school girl at her desk. As a child I always loved this painting of "Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer Hands – one hand washing the other – like old friends. Like how we help each other now…
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SPRING! Ignoring world events – has sprung! Red Hibiscus, coming through the slats. ©2020 Laine Quinn
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Where beauty is – there rests the soul. Azaleas in full force in St. Augustine.
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It is difficult to sit still for an invisible catastrophe – there's no wind, no rain, no flooding – in fact the weather here is perfect. We have electricity, water, internet, the pantry is full, and we have each other. So, wash your hands, enjoy each other – (they are singing…
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In her autobiography, Dust Tracks On A Road, Zora Neale Hurston, with no disrespect to organized Religion, states that- "It is simply not for me… The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me." Amen! Photo, Crescent Beach,…
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Ecola I walked by the sea-creek side. The wind laughed, the gulls cried. Sweet water lapped on the salt sand between the deep sea and the deep land. Ursula K. LeGuin Years ago, Joseph Campbell told us that the poets would save us. I begin to understand. …
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