Category: Poetic Rambling
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The Soul of a Stranger
In French they say: Les Yeux sont le Miroir de l’Ame — The Eyes are the Mirror to the Soul *** As I looked admiringly through the shop window, I was captivated by a collection of dreams: a bit of…
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Objects That Speak
The items we hold on to may not always be the most valuable, but they hold a special place in our hearts. I have my dad’s old tee shirt, my children’s baby teeth, a holy water font from my grandparents’…
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Me, Myself and I
“What they call you is one thing, What you answer to is something else.” This part of a poem by Lucille Cliffton struck me—it went right on in and brought a moist feeling to my eyes. I know, I know,…
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The Name Game Part Two
Leonie is an old French name that is regaining popularity. It means “Lioness.” Our friend’s son recently named their newborn daughter Leonie, and in France, the second syllable is more pronounced. Jennifer is Jen NI fer French Names all you…
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Somewhere
I believed that somewhere, beyond my imagination, there existed a place where we were free to love and be loved in peace. Somewhere inside ourselves is a seed of eternal goodness, untarnished, vibrant, steadfast to the everlasting universe of love.…
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Take a Dip in Change
Carry the tub outside. Under your arm and with the other Gather buds, blossoms, and blooms- toss them in the bath. Oh, the splash of delight. Take the garden hose and fill it Overflowing. Take your clothes off and toss…