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One Condition
Last Sunday afternoon I stopped by my studio to pick up a few things, and instead I received a gift of laughter and understanding. As I shut my car door, I noticed an elderly black man standing close to the pecan tree and from his hand motions, I could tell that he was asking if Read more
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Pieces of Your Soul
I have a confession to make….I wear glasses…rose colored ones,in fact. I see things differently, because I decided to look upon things with eyes of love, seeking the beauty in the brokenness and the grace in the remnants of leftovers, and finding opportunities and gifts in unexpected places. Perhaps this is why I’m so attracted Read more
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You Are Enough
This is my first time to reblog something but this is an amazing profound truth- love your truth and write it,and your words will be enough! Read more
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Once In A Blue Moon
A few days ago,a client came to me for a massage. As I went over the intake form with him,I asked when he had his last massage and he replied, “It’s been awhile,I can’t really remember the last time.” So I remarked to him, “Looks like you just get a massage once in a blue Read more
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Anyway
There’s a song that Martina McBride sings that I’ve always loved because,simply put, it stirs my soul. “God is great but sometimes life isn’t good My prayers don’t always turn out like I think they should But I pray anyway I do anyway” That’s a plain and simple truth and there’s times when I just Read more
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Handwritten
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.” Yesterday, I gathered my pens and markers, my cards and journals,and my new client in take forms and went outside on my patio. I nestled into a bamboo rocking chair,breathed deeply of the fragrant flowers and sipped my orange spice tea. Then I begin handwriting every Read more
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There is love.
Ever since I read the beautiful words of Elizabeth Berg, I’ve been mulling over them, pondering what it means to hold on and to let go, and to do it with love -complete love. I’ve spent a great deal of time sitting outside on my patio, listening to my soul and to my God. Here’s Read more
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I Can Only Imagine
Over ten years ago,my friend. Gayla, sang “I can only imagine” at the funeral of my mother. I can still remember her beautiful voice and her hands reaching up in praise. She gave me a gift,because I knew her voice and her lips and I could understand the song. I didn’t have to imagine the Read more
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Brick Walls
There is just something about a brick wall that has always felt very symbolic to me, partly because I know that bricks are laid one by one, with care taken to line them properly and to apply the cement in just the right amount so that it is strong, attractive and protective. I look at Read more
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Clear As Day
Wherever that expression came from….I’ve always wondered because some days are dark and cloudy and other days,the sun shines so brightly that it is almost impossible to see. Yet,we say “clear as day” as if that means everything should be clearly understood and accepted. Well, some things have became “clear as day” to me lately Read more