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Wednesday words…

ailuraphilia and ailuraphobia

ailuraphilia, ahy-loor-uh-fil-ee-uh
noun, liking or love of cats
ailuraphobia, ahy-loor-uh-fo-bee-uh
noun, fear of cats

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Quotes & Questions 2018 #9

watchingq“In whomever we see a spark of love,
we are their servant.”
Kabir Helminski

In the world today it seems that to be called a servant is a bad thing.  There are those who think a servant tends to be someone who is inferior, of lower stature or importance, menial. Perhaps those who have such a low opinion of servants don’t understand that to serve is not always just a job or duty it can also be an act of compassion and love, a privilege.

Is it not true that when you love someone
you want to do things for them
to make their life easier, more pleasant?

Would the world not be a better place if we saw
the humanity, the hearts, and hurts of all people
and served them some respect and love?


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Quotes and Questions #19…


“Love is what’s in the room with you
at Christmas
if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby-age 7

Are you as smart as this seven year old?

I think Bobby is exceptional not just as a seven year old kid but as a person in general. Opening Christmas gifts can be a time of chaos with all the noise and excitement especially with  kids in the room. It is rare that adults stop tearing at the wrappings of gifts to listen and almost unimaginable for kids. If you have someone (of any age) around like Bobby you have been given a great gift.

Stories · Three Line Tales · whatever!

TLT, Her Diary…

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Her Diary

We are so far apart and if I could fly on eagle’s wings over the ocean to be with you again I would though our families would keep us always strangers never lovers.  Oh, my Love, how I long to see you, hear you whisper my name, feel your arms around me and your lips on mine. But all I can do is write in my diary and hope for the day when I am free of this prison where my father keeps me hidden from you and the world.

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