words
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When She Writes It.
I am at work, with a racking cough, aching bones and going through piles of mail, and come across my name and my mother's handwriting. I put it in my slot. What now, I wonder, what now…? The added… Continue reading
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What we sow, we Reap
As the Justice System continues to fail, we are asked or challenged not to fail reality. Teens sentenced for assault – MiningGazette.com | News, Sports, Jobs, Michigan – The Daily Mining Gazette. The Justice System takes an action and reduces… Continue reading
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Impeccable Word
Not grasping what is meant by the term Truth, is the key to all of life. What does it mean if you can't grasp or know truth? How are you taught this or perhaps not taught this? Is there a… Continue reading
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Perfect for Me.
A thought came to mind yesterday as I wondered about the withholding of truths, that perhaps it is the desire to be perfect that stops us. We don't want to say things that are upsetting or we don't want to… Continue reading
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Surprises Me!
“What is so interesting is that your quilt Lady has no body and your blog is all about the body…” is an insight a woman shared with me about my Art. “I don’t think you even see what you do…”… Continue reading
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Will not change the Art.
Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum. ~Edmond & Jules de Goncourt How interesting to look at Art museums from the point of view of the works of Art and how… Continue reading
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An Artist with words.
I have been going to writing classes, listening as Authors speak of their writing techniques and style, it seems they all know what their pattern is called and how it works, and I have yet to hear one who writes… Continue reading
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Hide what isn’t there.
“Speech as opposed to telepathy used by the animals…and the silence of muktas arose due to a need to be untruthful, and have a deeper involvement in material.” Tony O’Clery Speech arose due to the need to be untruthful is… Continue reading
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Let me be Free!
While many may not feel or experiences brushes from souls passed, I feel the presence of my father’s sister, the one who taught me how to quilt, who set me on a path of playing with fabric that suited my… Continue reading