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Today's Queue Stories
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COLD FEET

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By Ron Gold

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  As they rounded a Broadway side street, they saw a shivering barefooted black boy hopping in place on the wet sidewalk in front of the spacious shoe store window.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???You must be freezing,??? Polly said.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???It is cold,??? the youngster said.?  ???But I wanted God to see the shoes I was praying for??”the dark brown ones with the high tops and laces.?  I??™ve been praying for those shoes for three days but I really need them now!???

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  The well-dressed ladies and the raggedly dressed shoeless boy entered and sat in fitters??™ chairs in the almost empty store.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Cherry, the tall young girl with the orange hair, sauntered to the hosiery rack and selected a half-dozen pair of warm socks.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Lana, the short peroxide blond, sashayed to the desk and sweetly asked for a basin with warm water, a cake of soap and a towel.?  She gave these to Polly, who

dropped to her knees and washed and dried the boys feet, watching their color change back from an almost frostbite purple to their natural mahogany.

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???He??™ll wear them,??? she told the clerk as she opened her purse and paid with bills she peeled off her large wad of cash.

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The excited boy kissed his benefactor on her bright lips.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???Are you God??™s wife???? he asked.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  The girls giggled and Polly Adler, the infamous brothel keeper, kissed the boy and said, ???Some men think so.???

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? About Me:
Ron Gold has been writing professionally for some 50 years--in public relations,
advertising and motivation agencies. He now writes inspirational and humorous stories for the Internet. He also creates professional resumes from a recruiter's viewpoint, ethical wills and personal love stories. He also edits college essays students submit
to undergraduate and graduate schools. He was graduated from the He was graduated from the University of Bridgeport and served as a Public Information Specialist in the U.S. Army. He resides in West Orange, NJ? 

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Sea Glass

Margo Fallis

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Sea Glass is a magical product of the ocean. Glass from many origins, tumbled and turned by the sea to make these beautiful smooth, frosty jewels. Sea Glass can be centuries old, sometimes even originating from old shipwrecks! Natures tides recycle and transform these little pieces of history into the unique gems we use in our jewelry. The mystery of these wonderful beach treasures only adds to their age old enchantment and magical appeal.

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Sea glass is an unexpected flash of color against a sandy canvas. These gemstones of glass are abraded by the sea, literally sanded into smoothness. They seem to capture the sunlight and glow from within, not shiny and glittering, but subtle, veiled, and mysterious. Recently at the beach with the family, Patty (my wife), suggested we look for it. Intrigued by her enthusiasm, I set out to find a piece or two. At first, the sea glass was invisible to me -- camouflaged, it seemed, against the casual observer. Gradually I began to find these tiny "gemstones" strewn amidst the rocks and detritus of the shore.

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The most beautiful of the sea glass has experienced the most challenging journey. The sea pounds the glass, churning it against rocky cliffs, breaking bottles and grinding pieces on the sand. The rough edges are ground away by the constant churn of the ocean. What's left is the essence, a luminous, subtle, enduring core. Years of turmoil are distilled, strengthened, into this gem-like glass.

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As I looked and found the sea glass, I thought that many people are like this glass, pounded by the "sea" of adversity. Through brutality or neglect, or the tragedies of life and death, or even near-crippling isolation, there are so many stories of pain, so many stories of people shattered on the rocks.

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I found a piece of amber glass, and thought of Joan, a mother whose children seem locked into a cycle where they try to escape into drugs.

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Finding a teardrop of blue glass, I thought of Corin, a dear friend all but abandoned as a young child.

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A luminous clear piece reminded me of Wendy, whose daughter died recently in a sudden car accident on an otherwise perfect day.

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Each piece of glass became a symbol of a person cruelly tested. The chits of glass mounded up like a litany of sorrows ??“ and love.

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Like the sea glass, many of us survive adversity, and more than survive. Our rough edges become smoother, and what's truly important becomes clear inside us. Somehow the adversity turns to strength, and while there is pain, there is the overcoming of it. Which comes from time, from love, and even from the hurt itself -- like the crashing waves smooth the glass, pain polishes our hearts. The sea glass is beautiful in any light, but it seems to crave the sun. Wet from the ocean, it sits shining on the sand. Maybe people are like that too -- ready to heal, on the cusp of shining. And perhaps by simply by seeing into someone??™s heart, cherishing both their pain and the overcoming of it, we give them light, and both shine more brightly. If you are someone who is like the sea glass, I would like you to share your story if you are ready. Also, I would like to send you a piece of the glass we found if you don??™t have a piece already.

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Hunting for sea glass treasures and safeguarding the hiding places where these precious images of the past wash ashore, are passions among the beach-faithful in the state of Maine. This hunger for sea glass is a natural progression for visitors to the state's scenic coastline, where the ocean water is pretty to look at but forbiddingly cold to swim in. Therefore, rather than risk hypothermia, why not relax and find some unlikely beach treasure to take home? Sea Glass Chronicles: Whispers from the Past, presents the ageless hobby of beachcombing as an anthropological art. Written from the point of view of an artisan by C.S. Lambert with professional photography by Pat Hanbery, this lovely book is a terrific and meaningful gift for men and women of any age. Lambert presents the simple experience of hunting for sea glass; those dazzling little pieces of glistening remnants leftover after the sea has abused them - artifacts of whatever age - as a worthwhile hobby and esthetic pastime.? 

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Not only a 'must read' - but a 'must have' for those of us who carry the song of the sea in our hearts! This book takes you on a sea side stroll - admist the salted air with the caress of sea spray at your feet. C.S. Lambert's collection of sea glass is one of inspiration while Pat Hanbery's photography provides motivation to run to the nearest beach to begin your collection of those ever precious 'mermaid tears'! This is a remarkable, well documented journey into how important the sea has been in our history. All aboard! Sea Glass Chronciles: Whispers from the Past reveals the often overlooked treasures that roll up on beaches worldwide. From glass shards, which resemble saphires, emeralds, rubies, and diamonds-- to ceramic fragments, which depict miniature pastoral scenes-- to tiny porcelain faces, legs, and other early doll parts-- this book offers the reader an unforgettable day at the beach. Extraordinary photographs illustrate this well-researched, beautifully written account.

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we find it by strolling the shores of Scotland. The rocks, tide and sand smooths it over the years. We've also been known to add things like pottery, driftwood, china and other items the sea has turned to treasure. Sea Glass is known by many names. Mermaid's tears, sea gems, sea crystals, sand diamonds and jewels of the deep are just a few. Our sea glass that we use in our creations is 100% real, authentic, Scottish sea glass, found on Scotland's shores. Frosty white to clear

Deep rich ambers and golden browns

Greens from the palest to a deep rich antique olive

Blue tints to cobalt blues

Pale pinks to deep reds

Lilac tints to a very few rare deep purple pieces We comb the beaches and coves of Scotland, collecting treasures that we use to create our unique, one-of-a-kind, works of art. From the edges of the North Sea on the east of Scotland to the west and the Atlantic Ocean, hours are spent (blissfully) seeking these sparkling relics that have been worn smooth with the tides of time. he sea water pushes these glass pieces that were once vessels to carry liquid, into a cool, smooth gem that is never duplicated. If you've never walked the beaches of Scotland, this glass will take you there. You can feel time as you rub the soft edges of these rare treasures. No one can say just what sort of fantastic journey your sea glass has been on, or just how old it really is. But as you wear it, look at it, touch it, and treasure it, maybe it will whisper the secrets of the sea to you.

Sea glass. Beach glass. Marine gems. Sea sapphires. Mermaids tears. Atlantic amber. At the meeting edge of water and land these sea-jewels are created from glass washed up onto the shoreline and worn down to smooth organic forms by the constant surge and ebb of the tide.

These translucent pebbles can be found in a vast palette of greens, blues, browns, whites and very rarely red, gold, pink, purple, turquoise, lime green, orange. Greens range from pale olive to dark emerald. Blues are mainly pale aquamarine to the very occasionally piece of dark cobalt blue. Browns range from pale to darkest amber.

To many these sea glass jewels are as precious as real gems. Some of the glass is very old (such as the almost black olive green of 17th century bottles from shipwrecks on the Scottish coast). Some of the colours are extremely rare (violet pink - found on Levuka beach, the old capital town of Fiji Islands), and the shapes are designed by a superhuman creative force: Nature.

Sea glass is the perfect medium for a modern consumer society for which recycling is now eco-chic, but its discovery is nothing new. The Victorian poet Coventry Patmore writes of his young son's collection of glass abraded by the sea, and Virginia Woolf imagined creating jewellery from a lump of opaque glass, once the sand coating was wiped from it:

"You had only to enclose it in a rim of gold, or pierce it with a wire, and it became a jewel, part of a necklace, or a dull, green light upon a finger."

Pierce it with a wire...The glass in this collection is in fact drilled by hand with diamond tipped drills, a process which is exacting and time consuming, ensuring that these creations can not be mass produced. Each piece has a unique shape that refracts light in a subtly different way bringing to the jewellery a noticeable inner luminosity. The necklaces have been called collars of solid sunlit water. Fastenings and earring fittings are hand-crafted in sterling silver or 18 carat gold. Interspacing the sea glass are small frosted glass beads.

No item can ever be repeated exactly, making these jewels unique and individual images for our time. Nature has recycled and transformed man-made material, often in places of great beauty and timelessness, qualities which seem to remain with these simple jewels when worn. They look best against bare skin or muted colours; black, ecru, grey, white, stone, and complement natural fabrics such as cotton, linen, or raw silk.

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Margo Fallis
margofallis @ yahoo. net

Margo Fallis, born in Scotland, spends a
lot of her time traveling. Most of her
stories come from experiences she's
encountered during a journey somewhere.
Margo started writing at age 10, when she
wrote a play for her 5th grade class inCalifornia. Writing for children is her
number one love, but she also loves to
write short stories and is working on three
novels. Margo is the mother of five
children, seven grandchildren, and is
married to Thom, the love of her life.
They live in Atlanta, Georgia.

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? Name it, Claim it? 

Joyce C. Lock

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? ? ?  You've heard the expression 'Name it, Claim it'.?  Though we'd first need to know the intent of one's heart, the phrase implies to the Christian version of a spoiled brat ... "I'm your child.?  You owe me!"

? ? ?  It has been said that God is honor bound to do as He said He would do.?  That statement is more correct.?  But, first, what did He say?

? ? ?  God will love us in at least as many ways as He did the people of old.?  But, we don't get to pick out our favorite verse, stomp our feet, and say, "I want it now!"

? ? ?  To claim what God has named, we first ask Him to show us His will, to give us a promise, or whatever we need (to know His desire for our given situation).?  It could even be a Bible verse that touches our heart, wherein we can know that that is God's desire for us also (as our heart is where He dwells).

? ? ?  Once we've heard from God, then we can claim it, in full assurance that God will bring it to pass.?  Our faith is not to be placed in our ability to have faith, to believe it enough, to command loudly enough.?  Our faith is to be in our God, who promised, who would never break His word; who will love us beyond what we have yet imagined.?  Our stand is not based upon who we are, but who God is.

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"The counsel of the Lord standeth for ever,
the thoughts of his heart to all generations."

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Psalm 33:11

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He names it.?  Then, you claim it.

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?© by Joyce C. Lock
http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

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Poetry Section

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Enough

Robert White

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You said you wanted no more

Yet your demands go on to implore

Wants like an ocean

Bottomless, open

Rips running deep by the score.

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How can I tell what I feel?

When I saw love that??™s not real?

Once in a dreamtime

Incongruous, no rhyme

Tides drawn devoid of appeal.

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Yet I go on to explore

Life need not be - all about war.

One's doubts once unsaid

God above, answered

Love runs awash to the fore.

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Now, as my wishes congeal

For God, His Will to reveal

What??™s really His Plan

Purposed for this man

Setting on? waters to journal.

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Enough is the cry that I feel

Let??™s look far toward the ideal

Once bitten, now not shy

Courageous to stand by

Faith and hope's? seas parallel.

Robert White
poeticrob@hotmail.com

About Me:
I'm a christian, 47 years of age, divorced with
2 children - Rachel who's studying to become a
nurse and Jonathan [Jonno] who is fast growing
into a fine young man.

I'm interested in writing - since early 2003
anyway, and have now written over 20 poems, 6
or so songs, a couple of short stories and some
other works. I love music and would love to write
songs with meaning touching on all parts of life,
from love to grief, from death to new life, fromAustralia to the world. You could say that I see
the world now in ways I hadn't noticed when I was
younger and I want to leave a legacy which will
bless and build up others.

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Leaps and Bounds

Robyn Dear

The tadpole swims around in his pond
Oblivious to the world beyond

Safely concealed in his secluded retreat
Comfortable lodgings, quietly discreet

One day the tadpole feels rather strange
Instinctively he knows it's time for a change

A monumental shift is about to transpire
The taddy emerges in froggy attire

The metamorphic frog calmly reviews his objective
He now sees life from a different perspective

Unable to return to his obscure past
This transformation is designed to last

Once transformed there is no turning back
All results will confirm he is on the right track

Moving forward with clear intentions
No need to conform to traditional conventions

Frogs progress in leaps and bounds
Creating new insights, intuitive and profound

Robyn Dear

ohdear@rocketmail.com

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I am a writer, healer, poet and idealist.

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I have a strong desire to help? make the world a better place. It is a team effort, are you in?

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My collection of poems and prose is a free download at www.thecentreofinfinity.com you can also view some flash movies of my poems there set to music. To purchase the real deal or a laminated A4 poster of one of my poems visit my web shop. Check out the newsletter for updates on the latest poems etc.

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That??™s me in a nutshell

Love Robyn

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The Edge Of The Ledge

Jodi Flesberg Lilly

She took one step closer to the edge
Peering over the ledge
Considering what might be
If only she could figure out
Why her wings
That used to work so well
Would no longer fly
Then maybe she could fix them
And she??™d be on her way

But as it was
She had no faith
In the wings she used to trust
When had they first failed her?
How had she lost her way?
What had happened
That she??™d lost the use
Of what once came so easily?

Afraid to go on
Afraid she??™d fall
Like so many times before
She couldn??™t find her faith
Her optimism had no zest
She knew it wasn't real
Try as she might to figure it out
Her thinking didn??™t heal her wings

Maybe if she closed her eyes
And went to her heart instead
The joy she??™d known
Might see her through
This feeling of utter dread

Alone she sat
Suspended in time
Neither looking forward nor back
Releasing the struggle
And giving up
On the need to understand
It hadn??™t served the purpose
It hadn??™t changed a thing
She didn??™t have the answer
And maybe never would

Then God reached out a hand to her
And led her to the edge
Without a thought
Her wings spread wide
And from the ledge
She did fly
As she soared
She felt the joy
The faith
The zest for life
All she thought she??™d lost
While living in her mind

?© 2002 Jodi Flesberg Lilly

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lightinmotion@yahoo.com

Jodi Flesberg Lilly is a writer and intuitive astrologer living in San Ramon, CA.?  She founded and leads the Creative Writers Network at www.Ryze.com (an online business networking site), as well as offering intuitive astrology readings, leading workshops, and teaching classes in spiritual and personal awareness.?  To subscribe to her monthly Light In Motion, intuitive astrology newsletter please send an email to info@lightinmotion.net and write "subscribe" in the subject line.

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