Close your eyes and see The singular life that’s yours~ Smile in wonderment… Michele Marie
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I tucked my little girl in to bed And this is what my little girl said, “My teacher said I am a bean! She did!” “What kind of bean,” I asked, then said, “A kidney, a Lima, a navy or red? A lentil, a French, or Great Northern instead?” “None of those!” my little girl […]
The Wisdom of the Clock You can’t escape its silent roar Its race is cast from shore to shore Time dashes off and then is gone “A good deed done, just one more day In good deeds you cannot delay Duty first, then right again” No stress in time or things without The soldier’s […]
From a letter that John Henry Newman wrote to his mother on the death of his father. ‘Him’ refers to his father who’d just died: “…The days will come, when one after another, we shall drop away like leaves from the tree. But, being as we trust in Christ, we shall meet one and all […]
My daughter said, ‘I wish I could see the world the way a poet sees it,’ “But YOU are an Artist. It’s kind of the same.” I answered. She said, “No, it is quite different.” A few days later I asked her to explain, and this is how she explained it~ “I guess maybe as an […]
This morning I grabbed my coffee and woke up the dog to do her morning routine outside. (This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund) I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so she’d […]
I have the choice of three friends~ I can live in the past with a friend called ‘Obsolete.’ I can live in the future with a friend called ‘Myth.’ Or I can live in the present with a friend called ‘Truth.’ ~Michele Marie Only the present moment actually exists. The past is skewed […]
It all goes back to when life got REALLY busy. (You see, I wasn’t always a wayward reader. I started life reading like any ordinary person, forgetting about the world, and letting myself be taken into an imaginary world that seemed so real that I never wanted to leave.) Then I learned to read ‘badly.’ […]
Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide The Pacific and […]
“…All of your weaknesses are just doorways to your secret strengths…” (From, A Wrinkle in Time made for T.V. movie. )
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