Tag: personal stories
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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July 07, 2008 04:36 PM EDT --
Because of the late rains, the oak leaves still shine and look new as they did in May. The grasses have not survived the several weeks of sunshine so well, though, and bend in burnt gold around the dusty . . .
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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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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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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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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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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 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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June 12, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
(My husband's Central Nervous System Lymphoma returned after two and a half years in remission. The following is reprinted from my online journal of heallng at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnandchristinweber --we . . .
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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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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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November 19, 2008 11:36 AM EST --
Seven months have passed and John's still gone. This morning the half moon gleamed overhead and in the east a fiery dawn lit the clouds behind the mountains. I reflect now on how accurately Joan Didion . . .
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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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