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My Current WoW
Cognitive Shuffling: The Great Dream Escape
I recently stumbled upon an article about cognitive shuffling…
The Sweetness of Doing Nothing: A Pensive Reflection
A familiar pattern emerges in the quiet moments before dawn…
Celebrating Eighty-Four Years
As I approach my 84th birthday…
The Quirky Importance of Rituals in Life
Rituals are like the unsung heroes of our daily existence…
The Wooden Nickel: The Tapestry of Eternal Wisdom & Life’s Lessons
In the rich landscape of life’s journey…
Looking for the “Christmas Spirit”
As the echoes of Thanksgiving’s gratitude still linger, the anticipation of Christmas envelopes us…
Humankind & Reality
I believe we all need to, occasionally, escape from reality…
The Whisper of Now
In the bustling theater of life, mindfulness is the gentle usher, guiding us to our front-row seats in the present moment.
The Unexpected Sting of Generosity
As the warm glow of the restaurant’s lights bathed our table, laughter and the clinking of cutlery filled the air…
Guest Missives
What’s Wrong With This Picture?… by Reese
Fudge, Fudge, Fudge!… by Cindy
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AS MY WORLD TURNS
God's Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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