Tag Archives: feeding

easter dinner – April 16

4.16.2017 the family feast gone, more food than possible because each brought, made provided more than asked   and consumed, ate, took, less than expected.   but the conversation said hello, and little voices played around the table feet and … Continue reading

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red squirrel – November 15

11.15.2014 red squirrel scurries in the snow nipping up kernels dropped by the birds   who flit and skitter into the limbs above lest some predator notes their presence.   circle of life. ——————-

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meat and cheese, PB&J – July 31

7.31.2014 meat and cheese, PB and J menu of the morning for some, of all day   how did we let it get so far away our hearts all hidden what did they say   about lives gone unwanted for … Continue reading

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Lent Prayer 11 – March 15

Lent Prayer 11 my family gathers around like those at the table in Jerusalem   when you took the bread and said that you would be with us.   we share a cup now though not always in remembrance   … Continue reading

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the humanist club – February 8

2.8.2014 the humanist club got upset today because the local school took a class to see a hunger feeding program up close   that was run by a church group. wouldn’t want the young minds to know the truth that … Continue reading

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puppy love – October 3

10.3 puppy shows up to be fed with a friend. hungry strays telling each other where to find a meal.   maybe Jesus-dog taught her from that place where canines know things they only hint to us in wags.   … Continue reading

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decor -August 10

8.10 the tuscan wall attracts me to it. pictures of family, grammy and the grumpa of name I never knew but came from. mom at age three, brides, rahab, our marital hat. echoes and tokens of lives still vibrant in … Continue reading

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