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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: March 2012
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Saturday, March 24, 2012. The Emotional Pantry Part 2. The pathology of the. Reality TV viewer, and my younger self might be entitled emotional voyeurism; an inexplicable. Many of those same counselors, pastors and doctors do as much damage to their patients as the original victimizers. The pastor, counselor and doctor's raiding comes with a license. Emotional voyeurism is, I believe,. One reason for the Psalms appeal on our imaginations.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: October 2012
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Thursday, October 25, 2012. This poem came out of worship this past Sunday. It extremely personal and I hope I can live up to the message and resolutions it describes. For those who are not aware my wife is having medical complications from a surgery 12 years ago. My wife is in a great deal of pain and there is a good chance surgery will be required before it is all said and done. Pray for us. If God is stomping on my heart. By driving what is...
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: Ferguson
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Wednesday, November 26, 2014. I have been reading various postings on Ferguson and I want to just post my two sense. 1 Is there institutional bias and system wide racism in America? Yes Are there to few minority officers on duty, especially in Minority neighborhood's? Yes Are there to many African-American men incarcerated? Yes Does the white community paint over these problems under the heading of "personal responsibility?
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: November 2012
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Tuesday, November 13, 2012. When My Words Fail. When my words fail. As they must in the presence of sin. When my body betrays. As it will in a world cracked and fissured. My faithless, doubting heart. Will stop its broken wing wrestling. Then will you, with full awareness,. Take all of what I am not. And be the more, the whole. To what is my hollow soul. The reality of solid things. To my ephemeral soul walking the earth. Daniel S. McGregor.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: April 2012
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Sunday, April 8, 2012. A mother shattered into a million pieces. Each piece held in suspended animation. Frozen in place within the moment of trauma. Broken beads of self, radiating outward. Dark hints of evil gone hunting for its prey. Do you see the cracks in my glass? The lines crisscrossing in a violent web of loss. Here and now is the trauma of absence. The missing items found gone. In the night like an animal carcass pulled from the road.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: December 2012
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Sunday, December 23, 2012. In memory . . . . The laughter that glistens. Like rain drops on flaming orange leaves. The compassion of the grief torn father. As if forgiveness was not a luxury of the strong. A heart broken and a mind torn. Like pale wafts of smoke from a dying hearth. The lie spoken in the strength of conviction. As children stand hidden safely in the dark. The last word the Shepherdess was bound to speak. Daniel S. McGregor.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: September 2013
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Monday, September 2, 2013. A man, witness to too many fall afternoons, stands bent on the hill. Leaning on his cane in the cool morning’s last light. On the summit, the oak tree’s shadow begins to hide. Withering in the fierce face of the sun. The man alone silhouetted by his own grief. He looks to the morning hours as they pass. And reminds himself of the watercolored image. Of a projected self that was to be rival of all bronze statues.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: Shadow and Light
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Monday, September 2, 2013. A man, witness to too many fall afternoons, stands bent on the hill. Leaning on his cane in the cool morning’s last light. On the summit, the oak tree’s shadow begins to hide. Withering in the fierce face of the sun. The man alone silhouetted by his own grief. He looks to the morning hours as they pass. And reminds himself of the watercolored image. Of a projected self that was to be rival of all bronze statues.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: The Creative Mind in Material Form
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Tuesday, January 15, 2013. The Creative Mind in Material Form. The Creative Mind in whirling flutter. Like fall leaves in the strong evening breeze. Cascading downward from the Arctic North. Cracks like storm shutters on an abandoned farm house. In excited energy toward a single point. It drives like the heard of wild Buffalo. Diving in and out of the river bank to the canyon. And develops its own sense of power and force. Pillars of the Soul.
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER: February 2013
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IN SEARCH OF EASTER. The Creative Musings of Daniel McGregor. Monday, February 4, 2013. Spartanburg and new Poem. Tina and I took a day trip to Spartanburg and the Hub City Writers Project. On Saturday. It was a three hour workshop to craft new poems and take a critical look at others. It was a productive day and I was introduced to several unique and new ways to craft a poem. The poem below, entitled The Resident. We said goodbye to the resident of the new apartment building. Daniel S. McGregor. View my...
