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Gleanings From Living Long
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"Are they coming?" "Yes, I see them now." "You look good." "You're a sight for sore eyes too!" "It's funny, you and me. I never imagined that I'd fall in love with…well, you!" "Yeah, it is funny. You're not changing your mind are you?" "No, even if I could, I couldn't change my…
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Sleeping good. A warm ginger leaf and a frog. Who needs football?
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This solid chair, situated in a garden beneath a huge live oak tree is made up of trillions of bouncing molecules, just like you and me. Sometimes we feel as grounded as a boulder. Other times scattered as the northern lights. Most days fall somewhere in between. Having unshakable faith that life…
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BAH HUMBUG! (More on this tomorrow.) (Although the gargoyle is not a typical Christmas icon, this one seemed menacing enough to stand in for Ebenezer Scrooge.)
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An open gate, an open door – it's inviting. Will you come to the feast? Or will you say, "Oh, I wasn't invited." or "I don't have anyone to go with." You're invited. Everyone comes alone. The feast begins when you wake up and it never ends. Coming?
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From a moving car, these neat rows of plants offer the eye a hypnotic symmetry. It's comforting, like the rocking of a train as it moves along the tracks into the future. Is it the marking of the motion that is soothing, forward motion, like a dance, or a Bach Concerto? The…
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Good Morning! or Good Morning, is that coffee you have there? or Good morni…no, don't put the umbrella back now, no, I'm in here…gotta go!
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Angel's Trumpets, that's what these magnificent flowers are called. They are blooming all over St. Augustine now. Maybe we can invite the angels to come and play for us on these delicate instruments, and be blessed with their songs. We are in need of angels here and everywhere. This is the week…
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