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Zach the Cat : May 2013
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Saturday, May 18, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Look into my eyes. Now say outloud three times, 'I WILL GIVE ZACH A SNACK.' ". About Me and This Blog. View my complete profile. I touch windows when I think.". Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop." Ovid. The presence of a cat.seems to take the bite out of being alone." Louis Camuti. How we spend our days is how we spend our lives." Annie Dillard. If you cannot be a poet, be the poem." David Carradine. Living Proof Ministries Blog.
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Zach the Cat : August 2015
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Saturday, August 1, 2015. Stayed in the Boat. Bull Shoals Lake in Mountain Home, AR. Our kayak class of ten was. Except when a granddaddy long-legs is in the boat with you. But he and I both survived. I learned the forward stroke,. The backward stroke,. The side stroke,. The turn-around stroke,. And I didn't have a stroke. I can't remember when I have had a day. That didn't require any official or unofficial work. And was all play. But this day was just that. I drank in the sunshine,. Vitamin D fed me.
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Zach the Cat : March 2013
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Saturday, March 2, 2013. You feel like a candle in a hurricane. Just like a picture with a broken frame. Like you've lost your fight. But you'll be alright, you'll be alright. Cause when push comes to shove. You taste what you're made of. You might bend, till you break. Cause its all you can take. On your knees you look up. Decide you've had enough. You get mad you get strong. Wipe your hands shake it off. Then you Stand, Then you stand. Life's like a novel. With the end ripped out. The edge of a canyon.
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Zach the Cat
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Saturday, November 15, 2014. As I gaze from work's upper story windows. Down onto the coiffed grounds. Where a silhouetted,. More quiet, bronze-orange afternoon. Takes the place of the earlier. Energetic, effervescent morning. The days are shorter. Even with the same hours always given;. Yet light is more quickly upstaged. By the dusk-to-dark act. At the matinee performance of light and shadows. I am wistful and full of memories. . . . While the warmth of the western sunshine. I ponder, worship,. The Mov...
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Zach the Cat : November 2012
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012. Even though it was four years ago,. You saw it with your own eyes. You experienced it with your own life. You were there when everything changed. When you least expect it,. When you are goofing around. Or just lying upside down on the sofa,. You wonder to yourself and to the world,. And then you get up,. Go back to eating,. And get on with the mission of living. December 7, 1935 - November 24, 2008. Shirley Armistead Hardin Neville . . .my beloved Mom. Four years ago this week.
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Zach the Cat : January 2013
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013. Made it over yesterday's fence. It's now and not then. And then there's tomorrow's fence . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Look into my eyes. Now say outloud three times, 'I WILL GIVE ZACH A SNACK.' ". About Me and This Blog. View my complete profile. I touch windows when I think.". Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop." Ovid. The presence of a cat.seems to take the bite out of being alone." Louis Camuti. If you cannot be a poet, be the poem." David Carradine.
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Zach the Cat : March 2014
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Monday, March 17, 2014. Exhausted, I went in search of coffee. That's when I saw her. Maybe my age, maybe younger. She pushed a walker and haltingly stepped . . . stepped . . . stepped. While sporting her stylish boots, fleece-trimmed jacket, and dyed auburn-red hair. Feeling so fat-producingly fatigued and washed out, I bee-lined for the cafeteria’s coffee machine. Only to find one machine out of order and the other out of coffee. 8220; Is the cappuccino working? 8221; the stylish walker-lady asked me.
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Zach the Cat : Kayak Class
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015. Never been in one, a kayak that is. I'm driving nearly three hours to be in an all-day class. On the White River in Bull Shoals State Park outside of Mountain Home, Arkansas. I turned 60 this year, so I may be loosing my mind. Or I may be trying to catch up. Or I may be tired of "all work and no play.". I am glad I have the gusto and guts to go. Hope I don't sunburn myself to melanoma stage. Hope I don't act like the oldest, dumbest, weakest one in the group. KAYaking here I come!
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Zach the Cat : May 2015
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Monday, May 18, 2015. I am a woman who wants to. . . Ove and be loved, e. Elate and be related to, p. Ray, heal and be healed, and. Worship and know The One who made me. No more am I just interested in a 9 to 5 job (fine print: “with some evenings and weekends”). No more am I intrigued by problem-solving. Meetings and topically designed. Committees which only end up. Being more notes in the minutes with more meetings needed in the future for more notes in the minutes . . . . No more am I gratified. If yo...
