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More Time in the Light

April 2, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

  My living room boasts two large windows, one about ten feet wide and the other about eight. Heavy floor-to-ceiling decorator drapes hang from each. I don’t know how much they weigh. Heavy. Took forever to find traverse rods long enough and substantial enough to support them. A few gentle tugs on a cord in […]

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Habits: Breaking Old, Making New – Part 2

April 1, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

  I have to adjust the plan.  Because a timer is not going to work for these morning pages.  And no, I did not eat those M&M’s early in the morning. I just sat them on the notebook for your enjoyment. I ate them later. After breakfast. Anyway, when the timer went off, I did […]

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My Vision is Whack

March 31, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

They have eyes, but they do not see.  Psalm 135:16b  My vision is whack. I’ve worn glasses ever since I can remember. Grade school I think. Some of those old pictures aren’t fit for human eyes. But here’s one anyway. One thing I do know: that though I was blind, now I see.  John 9:25b   […]

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Habits: Breaking Old, Making New–Part 1

March 30, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I bought these today. Well, I bought the Moleskines. I meant to buy a timer, but I forgot. This is my kitchen timer. Vintage Cracker Barrel. It actually crows. It will do until I buy one that better fits my writing room decor. Anyway, I’ve been thinking over last week’s post and comments, and I’ve […]

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Pondering Palms

March 29, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The [uncompromisingly) righteous shall flourish like the palm tree [be long lived, stately, upright, useful, and fruitful.”  Psalm 92:12a (Amplified) Tamar.  Many Hebrew parents named their girls “date palm,” a name that symbolized elegance, grace, and beauty. These trees once flourished in the Holy Land. The ancients called Jericho “the city of palms,” and some […]

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I Will Sing

March 25, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I couldn’t sing on Sunday.  I had laryngitis. So frustrating for one who loves to sing. As a child, I stood on a salt lick stage in the woods and serenaded whatever critters would listen. I pretended to be Patti Page. I stood outside under the stars and sang “Johnny Angel” as loud as I […]

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I Need a Plan

March 24, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

It’s been brought to my attention (by me) that I am not using my time wisely. In fact, I am even (gasp) wasting time. Don’t even mention Bejeweled Blitz. I need a plan. A system. A schedule. I used to be a good multitasker, but now–not so much. I’m not even a very good start-and […]

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Faithful to the End

March 23, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

It happened at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, on April 20, 1999. “Do you believe in God?” “Yes, I believe in God.” “Why?” But before Cassie could answer, he shot her. Dead. Faithful to the end. They shot Rachel Scott, too. Twice in the legs and once in the torso. The shooters left but […]

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Four Baton Lessons

March 20, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I transferred from a small school (50 students K-12) to a big school (about 83 graduates) in my sophomore year. Gaylord had a band. I loved football Fridays. I loved the half-time shows–the drums, the horns, the cymbals, the marching,  I wanted to join that band! Bad. Really bad. But I couldn’t play an instrument. […]

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Spring Awakening

March 18, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Spring yawns Slips from its disintegrating blanket And pushes up from its wintry grave.  Pregnant lilacs in the greening air. Death consumed by life. Everywhere. “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me will live even if he dies.” John 11:25 Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King

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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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