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Author Archives: wbgayle
Back to the Past
The past suddenly feels safe and comfortable. A wrinkle in time exists where the present and future tease and taunt me. I feel the sands of time shifting beneath me and pulling me back into the past.
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The Worry Monster
Worry is a monster. It is a demon that lurks in the dark corners of the mind and snuffs out reason that threatens to illumine the reality. Faith is the champion that will defeat worry.
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Growing Edges
Failures do not define who we are in our lives unless we fail to learn from them. Think of mistakes as pushing the edges to identify our true strengths. Successes cannot be measured without failures. ********************************************** I love this quote … Continue reading
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A Love Affair
Rich and dark. Chocolate. Hot and fudgy. Cold, whipped, and creamy. Wholesome extravagance. Addictive deliciousness. Guilty pleasure with benefits. In its purest form, a healthy choice, but dangerous when tainted with craving. *************************************** Who would not love this recipe?!:) Flourless … Continue reading
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A Room with a View
Actnot inspite of yourfear but becauseof it. Your fear showsyou where potential forgreatness is hiding. Your fearis a window shade over thewindow that has the very best view.Remove your blindness and embrace your fear. The essence of this poem comes … Continue reading
The Great Mystery
Three in one. Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Indivisible yet uniquely umbral. Strong, empowering embrace. Manifestation, full of grace. Source of all that is, the unity. God in three persons, blessed Trinity.
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Sick and Tired (…of being sick…& tired)
Aches and pains. Symptoms of sickness, aging, overdoing things. I am upset because I feel less than I have been and even less than I can be. I have faith I will get better and perhaps accept my own limitations.
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Learn to Dance
I never learned to dance, not really. To lose myself in the joy of the moment, to let the spirit move me, letting go of self consciousness, embracing the rhythm of the dance. I hope it is never too late … Continue reading
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UFOs
The hum of cicadas incessantly sounding alien tones signaling the phenom coming up from the earth every seventeen years and then shedding their bodies to return naked to the ground to wait until it is time to repeat their sojourn … Continue reading
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The Wind’s Wrath
The wind carelessly throws anything not battened down as if it is an angry sea tossing ships in the wake of a storm. It throws hard rain in our faces, our words disappearing in the wrath of the wind.
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Windows To The Spirit 