Tag: living
member name: Christin Lore Weber
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October 10, 2006 01:45 PM EDT --
Sunday morning I woke to find a palomino horse in my back yard. About eight o'clock I'd let my dog, Rita, out of the garage and she immediately began barking warnings, so I followed . . .
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August 25, 2006 01:45 PM EDT --
A green frog the size of a dime lives in our rose bush. Sometimes he sits all the long day on a leaf with which he blends perfectly. . . .
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October 18, 2008 11:33 AM EDT --
It's hunting season here where wildlife still is taken for food. The young men who painted my house want to use my property to access the wild lands in the mountains above me. It's the . . .
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April 21, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
Forty-eight years ago I lost my name. More accurately, I gave my name away. I let it go eagerly, like a balloon released into the sky or like a stone dropped from a cliff into the ocean. I had no idea . . .
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October 16, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Waves call me to my origins.
They are the waves of my blood; the waves of my breath, my thoughts, my emotions; the cycles of my creations; the tides of sleep and waking, of my watery dreams.
Waves bear . . .
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August 19, 2007 04:45 PM EDT --
A Promise Made By Children
I fell in love with John on an unseasonably warm March night in 1958. I was seventeen; he was eighteen; both of us were about to graduate from high school in the small border . . .
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June 02, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Last night, June 1. I was supposed to be in Minnesotagiving a talk and introducing my new book, CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES. But my husband’s health emergency kept me home. Dear friends from Minneapolis, . . .
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September 14, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
John, who is essentially a Minnesota boy though he lived all those years in California, has caught the winterizing bug. Batten down the hatches! Yesterday morning he drove the Mule down the hill to the . . .
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October 14, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Resistance is a habit of fear. I have ways of resisting Light that are so subtle, I swear I have not caused my own blindness. "I can't" . . .
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October 05, 2006 01:13 PM EDT --
My doctor at the Blue House Clinic lost his nurse, probably because he couldn't pay her enough. In order to serve the mountain people out here, he takes everyone who comes, no matter whether they have . . .
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June 22, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
Following is an excerpt from the fourth Mystery of Light, the Transfiguration. It can be found in its entirety in CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES, Copyright, Christin Lore Weber. 2007. Published by Yes Internation . . .
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October 06, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
Only the clear see clearly. The pure of heart see God. I once knew a translucent person, an old nun, thin as an altar candle, eyes like flames. She was completely clear; she harbored no lie. And the lies . . .
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August 14, 2007 01:59 PM EDT --
TANNER’S STONES
Outside the open door to our balcony overlooking the Pacific the sky is just turning a soft coral. A fishing boat makes its way out through the channel to the ocean, and over it . . .
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September 28, 2008 03:10 PM EDT --
I just came inside from a few minutes on the hammock. My new Chi-Po, Little Mo, and I had just made our migration around the yard, and I'd hooked his leash onto the hammock chain, realizing that I'd . . .
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May 31, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
We’d come to the evening of a warm, warm day. When the outside air cooled more than the inside air, John and I went out to take a stroll around our yard. Seems it was a big deal, because Rita . . .
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July 27, 2007 01:07 PM EDT --
9:21 AM
John just gave me a kiss, said “see you in an hour,” and the anesthesiologist wheeled him into the angio-room for his blood brain barrier disruption and chemotherapy. I no . . .
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