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Blogmas 2018 – Day 22 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
As Christmas approaches, may you see it through the eyes of a child, with the same innocent wonder as the shepherds gazing upon the Baby Jesus that first Christmas morning…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 20 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Missing you, Grandma, at Christmas and always.
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 12 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcyndi.hilston%2Fvideos%2F10154756953580030%2F&show_text=0&width=560 Merry Christmas!! As a gift to you, I’m sharing with you a part of a Christmas chapter from my story, Hannah’s Rainbow, which is based on my late grandma’s life. I recreated what a typical Christmas morning was like at my house when growing up and Grandma would spend the night. While…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 8 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
A Merry Christmas Smiles frozen in time decorate ruddy faces And stare back at me, all bundled and warm In holiday sweaters and knitted hats. My fingers gently grace the baby Who was once me in the old Polaroid, The white tree with the red bulbs And our stockings with our names in the…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 4 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Many of us have fond memories of driving around looking at Christmas lights and listening to Christmas music…and still continue that tradition today. Today I’m sharing a video my dad took in 1989 with our (at the time) new video camera. The camera took the full-size VHS tapes and weighed a lot! It’s hard to…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 3 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the sanctuary while we sing “Silent Night.” A reverent awe flows through the atmosphere, seeming to carry everyone present to a higher, deeper level. After the service ends, stepping outside into the chill of the air as snow gently falls adds to that magical quality. It’s dark and the…
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Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires
Yesterday’s room next door–that feeling of being in a room, separated by a simple wall that might as well be a chasm, from the room right next door, only that room belongs to yesterday. The echoes of voices, the dim music, words on yellowed paper, dried paint, a brush of a kiss, the faded picture…
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Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)
As she joins her family, although the jovial talk, singing, and laughter ring true, an undercurrent of concern for those who don’t have it so good hangs in the back of Sarah’s mind. Jon, whose drug addiction has nearly broken his marriage; her aunt Anne who drinks too much; and a mysterious woman at the…
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Poetry Tuesday – Yesterday’s Ashes
Pictures merely tell the rumor of a half-remembered story, A book with pages tattered and worn, yellowed with age, The ink faded and dull, dying to eternity. Memories fall away like rain dropping down glass, Fogging the view, warping the truth, and sliding to death. All is fleeting and passing like a silent train in…