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Mainely Mug Ups: Clug the Troll King
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Clug the Troll King. The boy had no idea what the creature was saying, but from the respect being shown by the others, he assumed that he must be their leader. As his eyes took in the scene more fully, he began to notice that there were huts throughout the area. The huts looked a lot like huge stumps with thatched roofs. They each had a door and some even had what appeared to be windows and chimneys. The boy marveled at the sight of a community within his own that no one was aware even existed. The boy t...
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Mainely Mug Ups: The Written Word
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012. Written words are weighty. They make up our history,. And chronicle our activities. Even the mundane shopping list,. Tells the tale of how money is spent,. And how meager or elaborate we dine. Words written in a diary are special. They reveal the deep secrets of the heart,. And the mysteries of the mind and soul. The things written on those private pages,. Meant for the eyes of the author may be sweet,. With undeclared feelings of love and esteem. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Mainely Mug Ups: Harley Davidson Adventure
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In 1976 my husband, Joe and I embarked on a motorcycle trip that became more like an endurance run than a vacation. We had just purchased a black Harley Davidson full dresser with a showy bald eagle emblazoned across the fairing in honor of the bicentennial. I don’t believe we were aware at that time that Harley Davidson had been taken over by AMF. This, as you will see as events begin to unfold, is a pertinent part of the story. We left in the afternoon and the first night we stayed in Portland, Maine w...
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Mainely Mug Ups: Big Buts
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Sunday, June 7, 2015. We all have a big but. Not behinds, in front ofs,. So don’t look in the mirror. You won’t find it there. And it’s not in the rear view. I’m not talking about butts. I am talking about buts. You have at least one. Come on; admit it to yourself. That’s half of the battle. Everyone has at least one big one. How do I know? Because I have some of my own. I would make it, but…. I could succeed, but…. I’d write a book, but…. I go on a trip, but…. My life would've been great, but…. Im a mot...
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Mainely Mug Ups: The Christmas Sparrow
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Mary was a kind, gentle, young woman full of grace and had a smile for every living creature. Of late, she had a constant companion which had shown up one morning on her window sill. Gabriel’s message was more than a bit unusual. This is what he said as he looked into Mary’s fearful eyes: “Hail, thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.”. She said, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.”. As soon as Mary had uttered those words, th...
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Mainely Mug Ups: The Call
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Monday, March 23, 2015. I call, “Come to me; lay your troubles at my feet. I alone am equipped to advise you. Recline on my breast. Forget your defeat. I give rest to weary minds through and through. You toil with many difficult questions. Ask and I will freely answer them all. Decisions are tough. I have suggestions. Lean on them. Do the right thing. You won’t fall. Many doubts nag, erode your peace away. I will ease them, if you will just listen. Hear my soft voice and I will come to stay,. A mug up is...
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Mainely Mug Ups: An End to the Dry Spell
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Sunday, August 19, 2012. An End to the Dry Spell. The rains came in my inner being,. Refreshing my thirsty spirit,. Which had endured drought. The dryness was quenched at last. It was replaced with a living stream. These waters brought new life. Fresh ideas began to spring forth,. With bright blossoms of originality. The parched soil of the soul,. Filled with baked, barren cracks,. Refused to produce a harvest. I give thanks for this life giving rain. No longer am I withered inside,. Maine Writers and Pu...
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Mainely Mug Ups: The Christmas Mural
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The following tale is my Christmas gift to you. It is my prayer that it will touch your heart in some way. Merry Christmas and may the New Year be filled with God's blessings in abundance. Jolene hated being in such a conundrum, but that’s where she found herself. 8220;Is this your wife? 8221; he asked Frank. 8220;What is wrong? 8220;Believe me; you need to sit down for this.”. She asked no further questions, sat down next to her husband and took his hand in hers to wait for some kind of explanation.
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Mainely Mug Ups: What is a Friend?
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Monday, September 10, 2012. What is a Friend? A friend will carefully listen to you,. Though you’ve told that story time after time,. And act as though he’s enthralled through and through,. While you drone on like you’ve rehearsed each line. A friend will sharpen and bring out your best. Although smarter than you, he doesn’t brag. He spurs you on to excel and pass each test,. And lifts your spirits when they begin to sag. A true friend will share your joys and sorrows. Labels: Carry On Tuesday. A mug up ...
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Mainely Mug Ups: Life is Messy
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Tuesday, June 9, 2015. For those times when I can’t hear myself think,. When so many voices talk all at once,. I remind myself how wonderful it is. That each of them has big ideas to share,. Stories that simply must be told right now,. And the imagination it takes to do it. Yes, life is messy. Out of such chaos comes greater order. For those days when I hear songs being sung,. Guitars being hammered on and tortured,. And the hitting of the random sour note,. I smile because I know it’s a bit messy,.
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