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Book Review – Let Go by Sheila Walsh

October 22, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

“I will deliver you.”  Sheila Walsh, Women of Faith speaker, opened her book with these words from God spoken in her spirit.  She felt “discouraged and bone weary.”  Just like so many of us women at so many times in our lives. She needed “more peace about the issue.”  So she began a “quest to […]

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The Non-Noticer

October 21, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

Focus is good.  Staying on the path.  Not looking right or left.  Eyes on the goal. Except when driving.  Owl eyes rule.  A broad perspective.  Watching out for others. A good time to be a noticer. So you don’t run someone off the road or into oncoming traffic.  Like me. She had her blinker on.  […]

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Listening

October 19, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

It’s 5 a.m.  I hadn’t planned to be at the computer this early.  In the morning dark.  At 12:05, I had buried my face under the covers and cuddled next to a suitcase.  Dennis packing for Dallas. At 3:50, I awoke to NPR music.  Loud.  Hadn’t heard it for 20 minutes. “Are you awake?” I […]

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Grace. Amazing!

October 16, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

NOTE on 05/19/2010: I missed the One Word Carnival announcement this week. Forgot about it. But I remembered this. So I’m cheating. This is my contribution, then, to this week’s Blog Carnival on GRACE. For more thoughts, visit the One Word at a Time. Grace Elizabeth.  Abby settled on this name just minutes before discharge. […]

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My Head Hurts!

October 14, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

 My head hurts. I. mean. seriously. Thought pellets.  My brain must look like cheap siding after a hailstorm.  And I can’t get half the ideas out my fingertips or mouth before they melt. They pound at all times of day and night.  Wherever I am.  Whatever I’m doing.  Or not doing. I thought quitting my […]

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Naomi’s Story–Our Story – Part 2

October 11, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

BARLEYNESSI know.  Not a word.  But I needed to go with the B flow. Naomi and Ruth arrived in Bethlehem at the beginning of the barley harvest.  Spring.  Bread again in the house of bread.  Naomi had experienced winter in her heart and soul.  Little did she know that spring would soon break into her […]

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Naomi’s Story–Our Story – Part 1

October 8, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

BREADLESSNESSBreadless in Bethlehem.  The house of bread battled famine.  Yet in the midst of hunger, Naomi felt full.  She had her loved ones.  Elimelech, whose name meant “my God is king,” packed up his wife and two sickly sons.  They traveled 30 miles to a foreign land where greener pastures prevailed.  Away from family.  Away […]

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T Minus One Hour and Counting

October 7, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

In the middle of writing a serious post today, my brain cells screamed for coffee.  As I slid back, my headset caught on my chair and clattered to the floor bringing several pieces of paper fluttering down with it.  As I headed across the room, I slipped on several sheets of paper and bounced off […]

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Don’t Look Back – Part 2

October 4, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

I graduated from a diploma nursing school in 1969 and then worked off and on in various specialties.  Even went on to earn a bachelor’s degree at Michigan State.  I haven’t worked in the field for years, but I still complete the continuing education credits to maintain my license.  There’s security in knowing I could […]

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Don’t Look Back – Part 1

October 2, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

Sodom stank worse than rotten eggs, and the angels told Lot to hightail it out of town ahead of the sulfur storm.  Lot dawdled, so the angels shoved him and his wife and his daughter out the city’s gate and told them to run for their lives. Don’t stop.  Head for the hills.  Don’t look […]

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“And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thi “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.” ~ Philippians 4:8 

#fall #southflorida #hope #thoughts #philippians4 #dayafterelection
“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the “My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.” ~ William Wordsworth in “My Heart Leaps Up”

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From my back door and then from the patio. A phone can never capture the true glory of a rainbow. I hope my heart never fails to leap at the wonder of one.
We were monarch parents a couple years back, but o We were monarch parents a couple years back, but our food was not enough to support all our “children.”
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But some were better parents. And next month @tspoetry is celebrating with a garden party. And you are invited. 
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✨ An evening poetry celebration with Dheepa Maturi, Laura Boggess, Jules Jacob, and Sonja Johanson
✨ sign up today: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/year-of-the-monarch-garden-party-tickets-1005650847757
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This is called a sweetheart plant. I bought it at This is called a sweetheart plant. I bought it at a farmers market in Ponte Vedra in Feb 2023. And it hasn’t done a thing except not die. I did repot it a few months back just cuz I thought it might need it. A few days ago I noticed it was sprouting a sprout. And today—10 days after having my aortic valve replaced and the day after having a loop recorder inserted—it has UNFURLED!!! A new heart. 🩷
Looking west this morning. “Sometime, enough of Looking west this morning. 

“Sometime, enough of us should plan
to gather and form our own
luminous cloud.” ~ Luci Shaw in “The Weight of Air” (from The Generosity)
Security is on the job. Security is on the job.
So after 13 years of checkups and annual echos, it So after 13 years of checkups and annual echos, it's finally come to this. One week from today I will have my aortic valve replaced. Eeeek! I know it's done all the time--piece of cake. But that's to other people. 😂 Speaking of cake, I've always hoped to blow out 100 candles (at least), and I keep singing this line in my head...

"And my heart will go on and on." Thanks to @celinedion. 💕
Hi! Long time, no post. So… I grew this from a pi Hi! Long time, no post. So…

I grew this from a pineapple top. We repotted it again over the weekend. Still no fruit, though. Our neighbor has a baby growing on a small plant, though. What’s up with that?

(Also, I do not have a green thumb. Currently the only things still living are this, an avocado, and a little Boston fern.)
We got out here early today, but it was already so We got out here early today, but it was already soooooo hot (later on the"feels like" was 110), and I was just plodding one foot in front of the other wishing I was still in bed. There was not much to see--except the crane family, some blackbirds, a dove. And it was buggy. And a deer fly bit me on the forearm, and it swelled up, and I still have a 1- x 3-inch reddened area. But then... a pink parade.
Just snapped a couple photos of a normal looking s Just snapped a couple photos of a normal looking sky from my back patio with my iPhone! I grew up in Michigan and never saw them before! #northernlights #westboca #southflorida
“So they took branches of palm trees and went out “So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!” ~ John 12:13
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PALMS

He had a date with them. ~SHK
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~ Six words I wrote on my blog in 2015 as part of a daily “One Word Less for Lent” series.
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Photo taken in Israel, 2022.
Dressed for success... Dressed for success...
“Sing, hope, to me” ~favorite line from “The First “Sing, hope, to me” ~favorite line from “The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti via Every Day Poems and @tspoetry in my email this morning. 
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Whole poem (with lots of favorite lines) here:
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https://open.substack.com/pub/everydaypoems/p/the-first-spring-day?r=3acod&utm_medium=ios
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Wild red poppy anemones from our spring trip to Israel in 2022. And, of course, red is the color of hope. 
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#dipintopoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #tweetspeakpoetry #everydaypoems
Sweet baby colts. Just one parent. Apparently the Sweet baby colts. Just one parent. Apparently the other was hit by a car. 😭💔
Bufo serenade AKA the Ballad of the Bufo Bufo serenade AKA the Ballad of the Bufo
South Florida is confused. South Florida is confused.
“Somehow she learns to breathe.” ~ @gyoung9751 in “Somehow she learns to breathe.” ~ @gyoung9751 in “The mermaid breathes,” a woven poem from tweets. In my email today from Every Day Poems via @tspoetry.
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#dipintopoetry #everydaypoems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #tweetspeakpoetry
"You have what you need / is what the birds sing a "You have what you need / is what the birds sing all morning" ~ Annie Lighthart in "Conditions of Happiness."
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In my email this morning from 
Every Day Poems via @tspoetry.
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#dipintopoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #everydaypoems #poem #poetsofinstagram #tweetspeakpoetry
If you’ve made it this far, the rest of the week s If you’ve made it this far, the rest of the week should be a snap. #wednesday
Stay behind me. I’ll protect you. No worries. So w Stay behind me. I’ll protect you. No worries. So will all those shots. Mostly.
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D still has PTSD from the Great Possibly Rabid Raccoon Brouhaha of 2021.
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