This flip side of yesterday's post, of course, is the matter of receiving graciously. My sons were surprised the other day by a toll booth attendant who noticed them in the back seat of the car as we made our way from Naples to Palm Beach via Alligator Alley. She saw them, lit up and …
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Imprisoned Splendor
Paracelsus (I) by Robert Browning TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate’er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception—which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal …
Gregory Hake 