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While Grace Enters Grief… Restoring Spirit!

I’ll never forget the “alone” I felt the first Christmas I spent by myself… just barely 18. My first apartment in the city and a winter storm that would prevent me from making it home to family. My roommates made it out days before leaving just myself and the glow of the tree, with one large present that had my name on it. Falling asleep to the sound of Christmas carols I awoke the 25th and upon opening the present from my friends I had to smile at their attempt to humor me. It was one of those art pieces…

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A Voice For America

Raise your voice, take back your democracy. Demand a call for the 25th Amendment. Kneel for liberty and hear her cries. The world is watching in the wake to her plea… patriots, hear her call and be a voice for your America. The attack on American democracy touches the heart of every nation…for such a mark upon America will forever be etched in the history of our time. This can not be a time for political ignorance, but a time to bring into effect the power of the Constitution of the United States of America. Take courage, oh heart of America… give liberty her dignity back and rise your flag even higher for her broad stripes and bright stars will be seen in honor nation to nation. May we all be a voice… a prayer for America. “In God We Trust”

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(Timeless) Life after death…

Our trajectory of time perceives far different when we find ourselves in the phases of grief. To that loss of a loved one pronounces upon the spirit with indelicate force. Time it seems to move through stillness, like a shadow against the wall invading your internal space and every facet to that you once existed within and the once familiar world outside yourself, falls from the existence to all that was true. The once stream that flowed it’s essence of life to which one values in their day to day, falls from your very touch and sight. You etch upon…

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The Sketch Of A Character

There is an internal which directs the form of ones foundational truth, the very cause of the individual. Yet also, the external influences… the soil to that roots our existence, to that we live. We can not find solidity in absolute if the internal and external do not intertwine. A natural nature of ethical and moral compass that derives from this solidity of foundational truth in ones self.

Without moral structure we crack the very foundation of the pillars that uphold the laws of self and the soil that roots our very existence. In this…

A silhouette of Christmas time reflects upon the snow, shadows of times past that once kept our spirits aglow. Fragile the silver sheen ice creates a frozen chill.. no meet and greet, upon the streets less lit and darker than years a still. Silently we part … forgetting the Christmas gift is not in the package but the heart of each soul. Igniting the spirit of Christ mas still evoke tidings of comfort and joy. For not the darkest night of winter can take from spirits that understand and give their hearts to the silhouette a Christmas birthed, still rejoiced…

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There is a bliss in the winters brisk presence. It’s in times to that the world is more then grey, that we become comforted in the will of soul to move through… beckoning self to see not what’s in the world but the outline of the world we care to live. Allowing ourselves to feel the encompassing agonies, of that which is the world creates a desire to see light from new perspective. Where we are of the world has a sudden new expression upon us. Giving experiences that provoke the spirit to ponder pensively ones own realities of self…

Jackie Fitzgerald

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