Tag: meditation
member name: Christin Lore Weber
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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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February 19, 2006 02:12 AM EST --
I do not want merely to live; I want to engage life. I want to squeeze life like a tree-ripened orange, to carry life like a child. I want life to be my lover. I want to breathe deeply and fill my lungs . . .
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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 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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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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May 08, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
On a sunny morning in October, 2002, I got a call from a fellow at the New York Times asking if I were the rosary lady. What? . . .
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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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May 10, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
The flight from New York to San Francisco pitched and lost altitude. Jan grabbed the arm rests of her seat, and the woman next to her grabbed her rosary. “Wish I had one of those!” It startled . . .
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February 16, 2006 01:26 PM EST --
The mountain is a face turned to the sky. I watch her each morning and imagine that she gazes into the unfathomable universe hoping for a glimpse of God. I watch and wait with her, lifting my eyes. . . .
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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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