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Called
to
Move
I've
always
been
intrigued
with
the
story
of
Abraham
and
Sarah,
who
were
called
to
pack
their
bags,
leave
their
home
and
country,
and
venture
into
a
land
unknown. We
are
often
called
to
move,
to
make
radical
changes,
either
physically,
like
Abraham
and
Sarah,
or
in
our
personal
lives. We
are
challenged
to
go
in
new
directions,
but
it
is
our
choice
whether
to
act
on
those
calls. (click
here
to
read
more)
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Christo
It
was
a
dark
night
,
whose
stillness
was
suddenly
broken
with
the
sound
of
air-raid
sirens.
People
dropped
what
they
were
doing
and
hurried
to
the
safety
of
bomb
shelters.
Here
they
stayed,
huddled
together
in
fear,
for
eleven
long
hours
of
concentrated
aerial
bombardment.
Here
they
stayed,
wondering
what
would
be
left
of
the
city
they
called
home. (click
here
to
read
more)
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Archway of Hope
It was a dark night , whose stillness was suddenly broken with the sound of air-raid sirens. People dropped what they were doing and hurried to the safety of bomb shelters. Here they stayed, huddled together in fear, for eleven long hours of concentrated aerial bombardment. Here they stayed, wondering what would be left of the city they called home. (click here to read more)
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The Singing Bowl
I was looking for a bowl. I wasn't exactly sure what kind of bowl I was looking for, but I trusted that when the right bowl crossed my path, I would recognize it. The whole bowl thing got started after reading an article that used the image of a Zen Buddhist monk's begging bowl. (click here to read more)
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Cracked Chalice
A friend of mine makes stunning and unique pieces of pottery.
Larry finds, in the process of centering the clay and working with his hands, that he himself becomes centered. The concentration it takes to throw a pot requires attentiveness to the task, allowing him, for a time, to let go of worry and stress. (click here to read more)
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Addicted to Stones
When my daughter was studying for a year in England, I made a winter-time visit to see her. We were on a student budget and avoided most of the tourist attractions. Our preferred modes of transportation included the Underground, the train or the infamous Badger Bus Line. My one request was to see Stonehenge, that mysterious and ancient configuration of stone. It was not an easy trip in the dead of winter with washed-out train tracks and unpredictable bus schedules. But we managed to make it to Stonehenge, arriving quite late in the day. (click here to read more)
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Rocking Chairs
For three years I have attended a conference at a beautiful setting by a lake in North Carolina. One of the highlights, for me, was living in a little cabin by the lake built at the turn of the century, with a real screened-in porch and a wonderful high-back rocking chair. I've spent hours rocking, watching the mist rise from the lake in the early morning as the water was touched by the first rays of the morning sun. At night I would rock and watch the birds and the darkness gradually dim my view of the trees and lakeshore, until there was only the light of the moon and stars. (click here to read more)
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Sabbath Time
Several years ago my husband, Stan, and I were on one of those frantic tours in Israel where you have to be at the bus or the dining room at an exact time. After cleaning up in our room from a day of touring, we went to the hallway to take an elevator to the dining room. (click here to read more)
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Grandmother Tree
I have been to the Mission San Luis Rey in Southern California many times as both a retreat participant and retreat leader. This mission was founded by the Spanish Franciscans in 1798 and housed the largest Native American Indian population in the chain of missions...well over two thousand. Life at the mission flourished until 1833 when it was taken over by the Mexican government and sold to private land owners. (click here to read more)
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