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Gleanings From Living Long
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Category: Encouragement
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Never too gnarly for these avian surfers, and always a joy to behold. More wind in St. Augustine with the Brown Pelicans making the best of it.
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According to Webster: woof: the threads interlacing at right angles with the warp in a woven fabric. When we are young, we think we should chase sadness away, banish it as though it were something dirty and undesirable, only to have it pop up again and again and again. As we age, we…
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Another wild windy day at the beach. Is it really ourselves we find in the sea? whatever we lose like a you or a me it's always ourselves we find in the sea. Perhaps, if we are paying attention, it is ourselves we find everywhere. A remembered shard of…
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The different elements of this flower seem not to belong together. Yet one without the other might not be as beautiful, might in fact appear ordinary. It's good to have friends like that, who might not make you look better, necessarily, but who help you to feel better, and more importantly, to…
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Gray sunrise from last November. Eyelids getting heavy. Computer about to freeze. Hurry and post the post.
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All day an easterly, nor'easterly wind. These skillful navigators of what life throws at them on any given day, are flying right into it, facing the challenge head on. Fearless? Brave? Whatever it is, let's bottle it and open up a stand. Wild waves in the wild wind,…
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Ignoring the conversation in your head that you've had over and over and over again, is a good way to rise above where you are to get to where you really really want to go. Yes, paying attention to yourslf is good medicine, and you need to become a good editor. …
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Now here's a gruesome thought… (bear with me) Since we – each and every one of us – (except those magicians among us) are going to die one day, then we really are the living dead. Rather than being a depressing thought, this idea has the potential to liberate us from the…
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There are so many scary movies around now, and tv shows that showcase murder and horror. If your everyday life were anything like that you'd live in a state of high anxiety. You'd be a mess. Our demons and monsters come out to play at Halloween. Our shadows are allowed to shine.…
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A fading hibuscus becomes a bye-biscus. Every hello is a good-bye. We never know how or when, but all beginings have their endings. Here's something I never knew, according to Webster, good-bye is a contraction of God be with ye.
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