Many Humans carry hardened crusts protecting what lies beneath an exterior Self. Although rare, moments arise that immediately soften those crusts. Last week, Tornadoes blew through this County. When we lived in North Dakota, Floods washed through our Towns and Hearts. In those moments, Crusts just disappear, almost as if they had never been there before. When the Rubber Meets the Road, our true Nature as Creatures of the Heart is revealed. Why would we reduce that to rare?
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Glinda Crawford, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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