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stock photo I didn't get a post up yesterday, the designated day for posting on this site. I spent the day with artists and visionaries at a beautiful celebration of art and artists in my little town. It was rich and wonderful. As I was helping a fantastic artist sell her work, I kept thinking...I should be doing _____fill in the blank. It took a few minutes, but I was finally able to let go and be present with her and other wonderful people surrounding me. I was able to si

Clara Brown was born into slavery in Spotsylvania County, Virginia, near Fredericksburg, on January 1,1800. Accounts differ slightly on birth dates and place. What we do know for certain is that at a very young age she and her mother were sold to Ambrose Smith, a tobacco farmer, to work in his tobacco fields. Smith was a kindly man, a devout Methodist, and took Clara and her mother with his family to church services. Life with the Smith family was tolerable, for a salve. When

Good Morning! It is a beautiful fall day, and it is my 75th birthday. I have decided to celebrate whimsically by sharing this. It made me smile, then chuckle! I hope you enjoy. "Today I was in a shoe store that sells only shoes, nothing else. A young girl with a tattoo and green hair walked over to me and asked, "What brings you in today, I looked at her and said, "I'm interested in buying a refrigerator." She didn't quite know how to respond, had that deer in the headlig

Elizabeth “Betty” Haas Pfister was born in Great Neck, New York, on July 23, 1921 and raised in Scarsdale, along with her two siblings Priscilla (Pat) and Robert. She was the second child of of three, born to Merle and Robert Haas. She knew she wanted to fly from a very young age. Her father, Robert K. Haas, was an early partner at Random House Publishing. Her mother, Merle Haas, an unflagging philanthropist, devoted much of her time and energy to the nonprofit Rusk Institu

The work of sacred remembering. I love that phrase. I am a little late posting this week, not unusual for me, but I had a cataract procedure done late last week and things were a bit too fuzzy on Sunday, and all I wanted to do was sleep. So, I did. Still a bit unsettled today, but getting there. Ah, aging, not for the feint or heart! This is a piece from one of my favorite authors, Corina Luna Dea. I hope you enjoy. There is a pivotal juncture in every Soul Deep Woman’s jo