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Blindfolds to help you see…

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For reasons I have struggled with all week,
what I am about to share has left me divided.
There are two major points that have had a
tug-of-war with my head and neither has won.
What they have done, however is leave shrapnel :)

Now.… —-> Continue…

Let me hear your Song; play me your Music…

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I’m at the Salvation Army thrift store
standing in line to purchase a small
dresser I’d found to help organize
what is my clothing chaos.

And I see him.
If one were to judge him by appearance,
they might say he had run out of luck
long ago and spent much time amongst the
out of work and possibly even the homeless.… —-> Continue…

The Past Has Passed…

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The past has no hands to hold,
nor arms to wrap around us.
It remains with us only because of the grip WE have on it.
And far too often it leads us in this Dance called Life
because we give it our hand to take and our heart to hold…
WE embrace it because we know it,
and we treat it as a friend
rather than the foe it is.

—-> Continue…

On The Last Day of Your Life…

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I’ve got to ask you something a bit personal.

But… the “when” of my question might seem a bit… off.

You see, I want to ask you what was that one dream -
the one thing that you’d wanted your entire life,
BUT
were never able to do… to have… to accomplish.… —-> Continue…

Play For Me… YOU

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My son and I were listening to a live
rendition of a song called “Need You Now”.
I told him that I like to hear the sound
of the fingers as they move across the
strings looking for the next chord.… —-> Continue…

your Happy New Year – is up to you!

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So here we are:

A NEW YEAR.

Now I know
a lot of  people around
the new year have spent
time making resolutions
to finding solutions to
those things that weren’t
quite so right last year.
A new year -
what better time
for a fresh start, right?… —-> Continue…

In Ever Loving Memory of Dad…

“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…

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