Listening for the Echoes

Touch has a memory. So does sound.
― John Keats.
Like milkweed seeds, breezes emit memories at will, each one its own tempo, echoing me back to an unfinished song.
------G. Hill
Today, I call upon the tall and untangled sounds that wave and stir, the grassroots of a life: a collection of voices in my growing-up-home, busy footsteps, tables being set, coffee percolating, doors opening, doors closing, and family stories. Long and feathery, how they tickle up sounds from yesterdays upon yesterdays, as fresh today as April rain.
                ------G. Hill
Life is an echo. 
What you touch, touches back.
What you send out returns, 
What you sow you reap. 
What you give you get. 
What you see in others exists in you. 
        -----Zig Zigler
In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.      
       ----- Matthew 5:16

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Send out love and harmony, put your mind and body in a peaceful place, and then allow the universe to reciprocate. 
           -----Wayne Dyer

GH

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Dot Myers says:

    Good morning, Gloria-

    We saw your grandchildren in your yard! Adorable!

    Dot

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    1. We had a good time with them. Building memories. Thank you so much.

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    2. We had a good time building memories. Thank you so much!

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  2. don brubaker says:

    Your words and photos put me in the same place. We were so lucky, weren’t we? I’ll answer that…..Yup.

    Sent from my iPhone

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  3. Dot Myers says:

    Hi, Gloria-

    We will going to backyard party. We will bring a dessert.

    Dot and Roger

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