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Through and Through Life: Holding My Breath

July 28, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

The Droid breaks into the night with its death rattle. I know I plugged it in before bed, but we are in the motel room with the sign that asks us not to use the towels to clean up dirt or cosmetics. The room where online time stutters. The room where one outlet doesn’t work, […]

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Unanswered Prayer?

June 30, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

    Had I in some form learned the future would I have asked for unanswered prayer and would that prayer have gone unanswered?     Would the gift of prayer for unanswered prayer have been unanswered prayer because He’s doing something greater than my prayer?     I pray to God—my life a prayer— and […]

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Through and Through Life: My Summer One Thing

June 16, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

They’re all camera shy today. The mouse who suns on the concrete apron skitters under shrub. The bumblebee on shrub takes flight, black legs trailing under yellow. The chipmunk posed on stump of amputated branch dives into black hole. I try to capture flowers, but morning breeze blurs focus. Turned earth cradles weed sprouts. I […]

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And So It Begins

June 9, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Faith Barista Bonnie asks us to write about “Finding the One.” So today I offer up this reworked repost as a shot of encouragement to remind us that God is at work in our lives even when we’re not looking or asking. April 1971. Only eighteen months into my nursing career and already burned out […]

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Through and Through Life: Birthday Way

June 2, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

She resists the smooth and even concrete. She resists the cool and soft grass. The birthday girl wants to travel the rough road. The gravel way. And so we walk. Down and circle up. Up and circle down. Crunching and scuffing. Head down. Until she stops and squats to examine the shapes and colors. Scoops […]

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Through and Through Life: Decorating the Grave

May 26, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

I open the Journey’s hatch and pull out the urn fillers and tray of flowers, my gloves and tools. I bend low. Shovel scrapes against sod and dirt and stone. It occurs to me there was a time when the graves themselves were dug this way. Mom passed first, but she rests in the second […]

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Through and Through Life: Stop Praying?

May 19, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

What if I said, “Stop praying?” What if I told you to stop talking at God for a while, but instead to take a long, hard look at Him before you speak another word? Solomon warned us not to rush into God’s presence with words. ~Francis Chan in Crazy Love, p. 25 Stop. Quit. Hush. […]

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Through and Through Life: On Learning to Work With

May 12, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

A whole day and evening to myself. At least that was my plan. My hope. Because some days I just get so weary. I guess I’m kind of the family matriarch. And the almost constant caretaking sometimes weighs heavy. And I get tired of the sacrifice. Sometimes I just need a break. I mean–who takes […]

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Through and Through Life: Motherhood Should Come With

May 5, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

I love that I can back date my posts. Because this is Thursday’s post. Written and posted on Friday. Because I’ve scrambled this week to keep up. But it’s all good because I recently discovered Five Minute Fridays with Lisa Jo, the Gypsy Mama. And it gives me a chance to try. The rules: Throw […]

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Through and Through Life: Celebrating Joy in Photos

April 28, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Sometimes joy hides right in the open.   Waits for me to notice. Thrums with sweet surprises to melt life bitter. While I look squinty eyed right at her. Or past her. Or through her. But with my God-tinted lenses, I see her. In the midst of the storm.   And a grandgirl hidden in […]

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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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