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Legacy Lost and Found
The leaves are gone, the baron trees outside our window give way to burn-scarred earth and sky-splitting sticks of what were once ponderosa pines — jutting from wintry ground that rolls up the mountain. We’re here. Home. The ranch is gone — busy continuing its rebirth after the Missionary Ridge…
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God Only Knows
I’m having a difficult time passing up the reels on Facebook and TikTok that depict MAGAts awaiting judgement at the Pearly Gates. In a red hat, superior stance, chest puffed, they look to St. Peter in full anticipation of the glories of reaching a higher place as reward for the…
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Seize the Day
Hallelujah, thank you Lord! I am finally honoring my first day of retirement! I say ‘honor’ because celebrating is either way in the past* or way in the future. Too much to do; too little time. Amid all the closings and the insurance, the upgrades to the current home, and…
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Interpretation
The first person I told at work about my retirement — other than my boss who died four days later — was my dearest, most revered friend who introduced me to the team 20 years ago. And, no surprise, because he is the nicest guy, he said the nicest thing!…
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The Landing
I’m disappearing. No, not like ‘I’m going to disappear,’ rather I’m in the process of disappearing. Little by little, cell by cell. I imagine it’s a lot like dying — you’re moving to another plane of existence and it’s frightening but you really don’t have a choice and maybe the…
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Windows
I scrubbed the window through which I can see the mountains from my desk — and made it worse. Instead of the blotchy rain-dust spatters on the glass, there are now misty, horizontal streaks. And while I was cleaning, it occurred to me that, yes, God does not close the…
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Only to Be Lost Again
Happy Easter! Today, will be busy and bright, and I’ll spend moments of stillness and reflection looking through the messages and prayers that offer new science, theology and insights on Christ’s resurrection. And I’ll feel blue, as I always do. It occurs to me that even though this is a…
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Forgiven, Never Forgotten
When Ellen’s granddaughter was grieving back at home in Cali, she moved to comfort herself by looking through a box of her grandma’s books. At the top was Bluebirds by David W. Frasure. It was a quick read and she called and told me it spoke to her soul, as…
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The Pendulum
The word vacillate is lovely, isn’t it? I mean, you can visualize the word in soft focus — swaying back and forth as an impartial-ized pendulum, never wanting to slow for fear of landing on one side or the other. Dictionary.com states it as such: To waver in mind or…
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Foibles of the Tumultuous Type
Whatever shall I call this post? The Fabulous Foibles of Tripping Raul? The Tragic Tumults of TR? I can just imagine the ship employees monitoring the, well, monitors from the cameras in the gym. They would wince, maybe even get up for a moment ready to call for a stretcher,…
At Least They're Committed 