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Where you pray

I was speaking to a friend of mine who said that her now husband told her many many years ago when they had first started seeing each other that he found an old prayer card in a gutted out home that he was working on and he prayed for nine days that she would find her higher path to happiness. She said she would marry him on the 9th day. Everybody has something to say…

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The homegrown vegetable garden

Saturday we feasted on the bounty of our garden. We cut a big thick stalk of broccoli, we picked mustard greens, we harvested the last of the basil and we made a delicious lunch. Sauteed onion with greens, steamed broccoli, and pasta pesto with brown rice pasta. Yum. There is no joy as taking food from your own yard to put on your table and turn into a meal. A meal that deserved a blessing…

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Gulf South Winter Joy

Today on this beautiful sunny day, we made homemade granola for Christmas gifts, we jumped on the trampoline, Tin helped his neighbor make orange muffins, a friend came over and put his hair in twists and showed me how, and we watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in claymation yet again. I read a post on Facebook from a woman I know suffers from an auto-immune disease, she made a plea that you would never…

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Post Hanukkah blues

We put up the menorahs today – all 13 of them including the 14th which is the electric one in the window. And Tin kept saying he didn’t want Hanukkah to be over. Duh, neither do I, how do you get over having all those candles lit every one of these dark nights that always come too soon to be put away. Tonight, instead, we had a special visit from Tin’s godfather’s parents, who came…

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All of life’s a stage

Last night, I went to see Anna Karenina and was looking forward to a date night with myself. Tatjana has been in Croatia for almost two weeks and it’s been difficult to get any time alone so I treated myself to a night out. Sunday meditations have been suspended, night time television watching has been a non event as I usually follow Tin to bed, and Heidi’s walks have been suspended or nearly abandoned. I…

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Sharing my flan

My friend Antonio makes the best flan, second only to my mom’s flan. And I love flan. So when he brought a flan to the Hanukkah party, I quickly stashed it away in the fridge for me, myself, and I. Then every time I go by the fridge it calls to me – take a spoon and eat a bite, it demands of me. Luckily two friends stopped by last night to light the menorah…

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How Tin got his Thomas train

Yesterday, the end of the week, I was finishing up some emails when I saw that two people had been killed at an elementary school in Connecticut, before I could finish reading 27 people were dead, 20 of them children. I just started crying. And kept crying until I went and picked up Tin from school. Today had been a special day, the one earth one voice organization brought their glass globe to the Waldorf…

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Hello God: 27 children dead in elementary school shooting!

Hello God, are you out there, are you listening anymore? ~Dolly Parton I hate guns – I loathe guns – I believe that all guns should be destroyed. I do. I do. I do. In China children were harmed by a knife wielding maniac today while in the U.S. of A, 27 are dead from two gunmen. Hello God, how horrible, how tragic, how supremely unfathomable. Suffer the little children. Dear God. I’ve added an…

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One of my favorite zen passages

Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. “Come on, girl,” said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. The second monk did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain…

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The nearer the destination, the more you’re slip slidin’ away

A friend and neighbor makes a holiday CD every year. She spends a month really thinking about it; she’s a musician. Every year they have a theme and this year it is a compilation of Paul Simon songs. I was listening to it on the way to bring Tin to school this morning and was floored by his lyrics – “the nearer the destination the more you’re slip slidin’ away.” As I drove, Late in…

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