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Butch Cassidy and The Wild Bunch (Photo Source) (To celebrate my new web page and in honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m re-sharing some old posts this week focusing on the topic of love. Today’s post is from February 2013. Stop back tomorrow for...
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After the meeting I feel depleted, empty. I return home to the house, the woodstove, the dog and cats, the gerbils tucked together into a tight ball in their plastic tunnel. This internal absence follows me and I try to open my hands, my heart to it. I...
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Now his elder son was in the field . . . Luke 15:25 “You are not a slave.” That is what I wanted to say to you when I saw you standing far off in the field. And I ran out to you also. *I really like this painting, but was unable to find...
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He worked all day in the fields, starting when the dew shimmered on the cool grass and pausing only to drink a little water in the high heat of the midday sun. Great, dark circles of sweat, dried now, stain his cloak and the blisters on his...
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“But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion . . .”...
