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Minding My Speak: A Different Form
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Monday, December 27, 2010. I love words. Frequently they press themselves on me, demanding my attention. So it was no surprise when the word anew. Came leaping to my mind repeatedly this past week, clamoring for consideration. Even the season is proclaiming newness. The solstice has opened us to light and vitality, the holiday season has turned our activities festive, and the New Year is only days away. Here's where my word 'anew' come in. Anew means in a new or different form. Evidently the stuff of whi...
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Minding My Speak: December 2009
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009. Early on, roll call was eagerly anticipated by the children. They proudly stood and announced their presence, grasping the opportunity to voice a new-to-the tongue unfamiliar English word, the word present. And truly present they were. On one occasion, the youngest of my students popped to his feet to answer. Perhaps because of his youth, he had a tendency to be easily distracted, his attention flagging from time to time. That day he belted out his answer.ABSENT!
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Minding My Speak: March 2010
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Sunday, March 28, 2010. Never saw a baby that wasn't full of integrity. Come to think of it, it must have been so for me as well. We all burst onto the planet 100% true to ourselves. We knew our purpose - to be deliriously happy in the special way that pleased us. So babies do learn to comply, (or suffer the consequences) and in learning how to comply they offer up bits of their integrity. Bit by bit they set aside pieces of their authentic selves in order to get along. Innocence is lost early, r...What ...
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Minding My Speak: February 2010
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. Getting into the Gush. Life gushes. The sea's waves gush shoreward. The droplet of rain joins with others and gushes to the sea. (or directly into the earth) New life gushes out everywhere, in predictable cycles and in spontaneous events. Energy bundles and builds and spews itself out in demonstrations sometimes welcome, but often feared. But life does gush, without seeming limit. Getting into the Gush. Tuesday, February 16, 2010. Love I am.and to Love I shall return. Synchroni...
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Minding My Speak: Sharing Awareness
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010. The thought came to me several years ago. It enveloped me like the warmth of a never-to-be-extinguished fire that lights and warms without end. I suddenly knew what my purpose was. I was meant to share the world as it was given me to see. He and his band were without provisions, in danger of starvation without some assistance. Happily, the indigenous people were hospitable, and provided them with food, which, of course the natives knew how to grow and gather. After s...Well,...
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Minding My Speak: Hard Work or Effort?
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Friday, January 21, 2011. Hard Work or Effort? 8220;If you work hard,” my Daddy said.well, I can't really remember what went on the end of the sentence, except maybe it had to do with glorifying God. But I do remember the 'work hard' part. In word and action, I was schooled in the art of working hard. But all I remember as a result of that schooling is disheartened exhaustion. I used to be proud that nobody could work harder than I. Now, as I turn my attention to the effort of my mind, which gives bi...
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Minding My Speak: January 2011
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Friday, January 21, 2011. Hard Work or Effort? 8220;If you work hard,” my Daddy said.well, I can't really remember what went on the end of the sentence, except maybe it had to do with glorifying God. But I do remember the 'work hard' part. In word and action, I was schooled in the art of working hard. But all I remember as a result of that schooling is disheartened exhaustion. I used to be proud that nobody could work harder than I. Now, as I turn my attention to the effort of my mind, which gives bi...
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Minding My Speak: January 2010
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Sunday, January 31, 2010. Nobody Bigger Than We Are. It was an Elvis song, wasn't it? 8220;Who made the mountains, who made the trees? Who made the rivers flow to the sea? Somebody bigger than you and I.” And the lyrics go on to extol the virtues of rain, flowers, birdsong, even moon and stars, and as well, to give that Bigger Somebody the responsibility for supporting us on long journeys, curing loneliness, giving relief from despair and being the delivery man for faith. Nobody Bigger Than We Are. We tr...
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Minding My Speak: What is Truth?
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Thursday, November 25, 2010. I'm not sure who asked the question first, but it must have been asked a trillion times, from the beginning of time. What is truth? There might have been a time that I would have gone to the bookshelf in search of philosophical tomes or theological treatises to find the answer. Often I have looked far and wide for answers, thinking that one exploration or another special experience might be what I was looking for. But, no.none of these have worked for me. View my complete pro...
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Minding My Speak: October 2009
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Friday, October 30, 2009. I woke a little before 6 this morning. Immediately on waking, a thought came to me.a word. Awareness. Awareness. As I lay with the thought, another word attached itself. Grateful. Grateful Awareness. Today is a day of grateful awareness. While sipping my chai, the backside of my awareness came to me in flowing lines. I stumble blindly on. Commands my haphazard steps. But why I do not know. I topple, exhausted. Compulsion spent for now. Then I finger the blindfold. I wear as habit.
