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"I tried once to open too many doors at a time, it was unproductive and confusing.
I just learned the last lesson, Dad. I'm supposed to open just one at a time, and only when I reach them along the path, this 'hike' we are taking. That's when the key fits, and opens the lock perfectly, every time. Thank you, Dad. I love you, and miss you. I am blessed with an amazing husband now, he holds my hand as we walk along paths too. We are climbing a little steeper now, with more effort, and thinner air. But I'm not worried. I am looking up. I am living in the moment, being now. Because when we get to the next door, along our path, I know, Dad, . . . that key is going to fit, perfectly!"

excerpt from Pony, 6/6/2013 post
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a woman told me, "we have a new king!" i followed her yarn, as i have been known to spin a few myself, & discovered an enchanting history she has in the Netherlands, including a connection with Queen Beatrix. it was fascinating. by luck i only found the woman by being small. slowing the internal chatter and creating calm befits smallness. humbling one's preconceived ideas, mortaring up the pigeon hole prejudices bestows~ small. smallness allows one to comfortably crouch to a bent over china fragile storyteller & listen, to learn. later the same woman, upon my departure, told another passing by her way; "we have a new king!" "No, we don't! We have a President!" {grumble, crazy old woman} my small heart twinged in the cut from a too tall mind, that didn't realize there are places and events outside of one's yard, town, state, country. to grasp a sunbeam smile in time from a youthful oldster's words, somewhere beautiful, where tulips bloom and crocheted handkerchiefs are still used, was sublime. an unexpected gift from one i had the stolen open moment to detain, when i remembered, to be small.

daughter earth~
from: bible stories for adults
by~james morrow


shitake says:

Ah here they are the beauties 'of mine'. :)
I love the stunning photos absolutely!
And what an unusual 'comment' bellow...

1st Jul 2013, 05:09

Humbled, really~thank you! I braved the bugs to lie flat on the ground for those shots. An outward exercise in smallness, caught in pixels. Inward: taught by life smoothing rough edges. Each tumble taking a turn to tame ego's tallness. Thank you again, shitake, for your kind words and the read. :)

1st Jul 2013, 06:37

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