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Category Archives: somethin’
look
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solitude
is not
something you must hope for
in the future.
rather,
it is
a deepening of
the present,
and unless you look for it
in the present
you will never find it.
tom merton
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winter
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old man
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little, old……
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me
i want
to let go of fear
to listen to the small voice of the Spirit speaking to my heart
to never be parted from the body of Christ
to live in the Love of God
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change
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(highway along rr tracks and the coloumbia river, between oregon and washington, in the george.)
change:
i am no longer into group blog postings…
such as linking my posts to a group posting at someone’s blog.
i am not into promoting something for sale.
i am not into promoting groups.
this blog is for expression and communication that has nothing to do with sales, groups, or clubs.
this blog is for communication that sees people,
sees each as a unique soul,
and sees each as Loved.
i like creativity, sharing, kindness, and encouragement…
on a personal level.
i’m finding that this is the place where the rubber meets the road.
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language
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art
is
a word
that
some people use for
expression
some people use for
exclusion
some people use for
everything
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what
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what you see
has a lot to do with listening
to what your heart is hearing
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wood
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the rose
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what is it about a rose
the fold of petals
dark red and velvet
that speaks of Love so deep
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you crack me up
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some of you already know my first name and my second name, however, i have chosen to start going by my third, out of four, names. my four names are nancy marie davis rosback. that is the truth. if i had made something up, it wouldn’t be those four names. the last name is my married name, it was once spelled rossbach, but got americanized. anyway, i just wanted to let everyone know that i have chosen to go by “davis” rosback. i like the name. my husband has always called me davis. and my friends in high school all called me davis. i have changed it on much of the online places, where i can. otherwise i will try and leave a note in the other places were it’s harder to change. the one i am not sure of is my email address…i might deal with that one later.
the above photo is from yesterday. i made four big, thin crackers for the first time. i have made thicker, heartier ones before, but, not the thin ones that are crispy. peter said that he would rather have these than store-bought crackers. they were actually pretty easy to make. i like the way i can “crack” smaller pieces off of the larger one. after they were done baking, i laid them on the oven racks and left them in the warm oven with the door “cracked” open. that kept them nice and crispy.
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be
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to fit-in
somewhere,
one must stop trying to fit-in somewhere.
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you are what you eat
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he’s a big mac and fries
dressed to kill
looking good to the eyes
he will fill
you
with his lies
a thousand calories
of fat
that will go to your head
so you will be
his walking dead
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giving
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a gift
of the heart
finds it way
to another heart
♥
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water and colour
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c.j. was watercolouring
and
this is the paper where she
brushed paint to check the colour
it makes me think of sun, ocean, fish and birds
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time off
having a blog rest
a day
or two
or three
~
“Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day
is the rest we take between two deep breaths”
Born
Esther Hillesum
January 15, 1914
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Died
November 30, 1943
age 29
Auschwitz, Poland
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“One of the tasks of true friendship
is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences.
Often secrets are not revealed in words,
they lie concealed in the silence
between the words
or in the depth
of what is unsayable
between two people.”
is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences.
Often secrets are not revealed in words,
they lie concealed in the silence
between the words
or in the depth
of what is unsayable
between two people.”
Born
January 1, 1956
Avignon, France
Died
January 4, 2008
age 52
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A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 