Endless Rivers

of Hope

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Dear Diary, It’s the 6th of April, the month that I vowed NOT to step on the scale. Why is it so damn hard? When I brought up eternity the other day, there was another definition that I skipped right over and it’s pretty applicable right now: a long period of time that seems endless. …

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Sloth

If our pain doesn’t destroy us, it might just transform us into truly human beings at last. – Frederick Buechner I’m not very good at finishing books. I’d say that I’m halfway through 4 or 5 at the moment; maybe more. One in particular, A Crazy, Holy Grace: The Healing Power of Pain and Memory, …

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Black and White Flowers

Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!  henry david thoreau I thought I’d do something different for my new series Going Green. A black and …

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They came in droves and they filled the store, Faces straight, they were on a quest. Carts overflowing, non-perishables, That they’d safely keep in their nest. An innocent act, at first it seemed, But some… oh they failed the test. They bought, and they bought, and they piled it HIGH, Leaving nothing, not a stitch, …

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