Grounding
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Back in the pioneer days, oranges were a rare treat. I remember reading in the Laura Ingalls Wilder stories how they would be overjoyed if they got a single orange in their stocking for Christmas. It was hard for me to imagine what that was like. In my lifetime, oranges have been only a grocery
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I remember hearing a story about the men in Nazi concentration camps having to dig a ditch one day and then return the day next day and fill it back in. They were forced to do this over and over again, and something about the nature of this task was cruelly efficient in breaking their
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Most of us are in slightly less than normal circumstances right now – to put it mildly. My heart goes out to those living in small apartments in big cities that are on strict lockdown. I’m an introvert and can fill long hours with my own entertainment, but to be caged up day after day
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A decade ago I went to a firearm training course in the desert outside Las Vegas. For three days I walked around with a pistol on my hip, as if it was perfectly natural to do so. We alternated between teaching sessions and target practice. And one of the concepts I remember well is that
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“With my mother’s death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was all sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.” – CS Lewis Though I
Beyond the Horizon 