She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. Annie Dillard
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My strength is collecting ideas and combing through information to find themes and patterns to connect to each other. That’s what I love about Christmas. The music, the decorations everything that hits the senses is speaking of and driving to this powerful idea – Jesus left his position and power above to enter into our dark and lost human experience to save us from our sins. Themes can be discovered by noticing what’s prominent or…
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Recently, I read an article concerning medical education and about how the next generation has so little experience with craft skills that they’re not able to perform practical tasks such as cutting or sewing in surgical applications. We’re losing a generation with the dexterity to work with thei hands. My mother always knitted and I remember getting her handmade sweaters at Christmas during the late ’70s. Later, she quit knitting and turned her attention to…
2 CommentsRemember? Yes, I’ll always remember. This is a repeated line from a poem called, Ghost’s Grace by Paul Fleischman. Remember? Will I always remember? I don’t know if I can answer that so solidly sure. I find myself in a stage of life where I am squeezed in the middle between the 9 year old daughter and the 91 year old father. Recently, I have been dealing with my mother’s memory losses. She doesn”t remember sitting…
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