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This amazing woman, Maureen Kwait Meshenburg has become one of my very favorite contemporary writers/poets. You may wish to check her out further! https://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/01/if-i-wait-by-maureen-kwait-meshenburg.html?fbclid=IwAR08XxWsBUV6esC7gnZvZut5swbTyCDLW8H4X5VtLk7yl5lBM3X2QasEt5E WINTER SINGS by Maureen Kwait Meshenburg if I wait, to hear the- quiet voice, reach my- thundering heart, is it the light, that blinds me- or is it my dark, in the cold,

Josephine Sophia White Griffing born December 18th 1814 in Hebron, Connecticut. Her father was Joseph White Jr., a representative in the state legislature. Her mother was the sister of portrait artist Samuel Lovett Waldo. Very little is actually know of Josephines early life. At the age of twenty, she married Charles Griffing and they settled in the town of Litchfield, in northeastern Ohio. They had five daughters, three of whom survived to adulthood. She became involved wit

Mary Hallock Foote was born on November 19, 1847, on a quiet little farm, a Quaker settlement, in Milton, New York. She discovered her talent and passion for art while attending the Poughkeepsie Female College and persuaded her parents to send her to Cooper Institute of Design in New York City. A career for a woman was unusual in Victorian society and some thought it quite unacceptable. Her parents finally acquiesced and she went to New York at age 17. Mary worked hard and

Sara Claudia Murray Jordan was born on October. 20th, 1884, in Newton, Massachusetts. Her father was Patrick Murray an Irish emigre, owned a carriage and automobile repair shop. Her Mother Maria Stuart, was of English and Scottish heritage, who was born in Maine. Sara was the second of seven Murray children. She attended public school in Newton. Sara attended Radcliffe College beginning in 1901 and earned a bachelor’s degree in 1904, in only three years. Her main passion wa

It is that sweet, lovely, peaceful time between Christmas and New Years. The expectations and hectic time have both passed. You are not certain what day it is because holidays have messed with your sense of time. What an opportunity to rest, recharge, love silence, find what brings you joy and delight and savor. Wishing you some of that time. I haven't posted in a while; the noise of life, the demands of the world, the illness of my body, the sadness of my soul, the discourag