Tag: faith

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What My Soul Knows

I have an important decision to make…and what I’m thinking of doing doesn’t feel right. I won’t do it, no matter how logical may seem. I’ve learned my gut, my soul, has valuable things to say. It’s almost as if logic and reasoning is the lazy way out sometimes, although I’ll never dismiss the necessity to reason through a life-changing or costly choice. Sometimes, … Read More What My Soul Knows

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The Foggy Path

Science, it turns out, is sometimes just an illusion. I was listening to a well-respected scientist speak to that issue today, telling his listeners that in previous years, what seemed to be truth rooted in science, the irrefutable, undeniable truth of science, was in fact a fatal error based on the technology used to obtain the facts. People suffered, some died, because of that … Read More The Foggy Path

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Leap, or sit still

I sit these days, frozen, waiting for events to transpire before my next move. I’m plotting that move, knowing I have only partial control over how it will unfold. I could get out there again and face the odds I faced before, with likely the same results. Nothing has changed that would make me think otherwise, which is why I’m waiting. In the meantime … Read More Leap, or sit still

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Time and Tide

Every once in awhile there is a break from the agony of lonely days, the pain of endless nights. It might be the grumpy baby who looks at you and smiles. The friend who brings over some light bulbs she had in her closet; they don’t fit anything in her home, but would they work for that overhead fan you have? You’ve put off … Read More Time and Tide

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Better Choices, or, Better to Have Choices

Today, I’m grateful for CHOICES. One of my blogging buddies, Deb, has a daily grateful post. It’s encouraging to read all she is grateful for, and while I don’t plan to copy her idea on a daily basis, today I’m saying, loud and clear, I’m grateful for all the choices I have in my life. I can choose when I wake up in the … Read More Better Choices, or, Better to Have Choices

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Tales of Wolves

About this time six years ago, I had a peculiar, eerie dream that shook me to the core. There was no clear message, no strange story to recount, but the imagery was so strong I looked it up in a book on the meaning of dreams. There were four elements to the dream, and I’m not clear on all of them anymore, but they … Read More Tales of Wolves

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On the Balance, Fear is an Equal Weight

In July 1999, while in New York for my brother’s wedding, my aunt & I stopped to shop in the World Trade Center. She pushed for the $20 elevator ride to the top, but I balked. “I’m scared of heights,” I admitted. “I mean, it’s not like I think I’m going to fall off the building if we go up there, but I’d be too … Read More On the Balance, Fear is an Equal Weight

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