We have all been treated unjustly in our lives. We deal with it squarely, analyze the situation, feel the feelings, sort through what is real and what is not, confront it if we can and move on. And those times come back to haunt us. This poem emerged from an invitation today to return to them:
* Short story by Ernest Hemmingway, perhaps about hospitality.
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Thanks, Rita, for this poem. I sure can relate and appreciate your way with the words to describe the experience. Love, Polly
I think you said the other day that you had responded to comments I had made about your postings. I’ve not gotten emails at pjdruffel@yahoo.com from you lately, so I’m wondering if I should be looking elsewhere. Polly
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wonderful healing words
on world forgiveness day 🙂
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Thank you much. Ii didn’t know (consciously) that it was Wold Day of Forgiveness. Be well. I’m grateful for your faithful journey with me.
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Wonderful image and message. I needed this today. Thank you.
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It is my joy to share. I’m glad it resonated with you and hope that the spirit’s work in it was freeing.
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“Not happening.”
I felt the inner power on that one!
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