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- From: knighton@world.std.com (Gwen Knighton)
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- Subject: A gift to share
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- Date: 1 Jan 93 07:40:43 GMT
- Organization: The World Public Access UNIX, Brookline, MA
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- I and several of my friends from around the country who are solitaries
- decided this year that instead of exchanging Yule gifts, we'd send one
- another our favorite blessings, invocations, rituals, and ritual poetry.
- What follows is my favorite of the many wonderful gifts of wisdom I
- received. It's adapted from an old prayer. I think it's relevant to this
- stressful time of the year. Hope it brightens some days out there. :-)
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- Ancient Lady of infinite sagacity, you know better than we that we are
- growing older and will someday be old.
- Keep us from the fatal habit of thinking we must say something on every
- subject and on every occasion.
- Release us from craving to straighten out everybody else's affairs.
- Help make us thoughtful but not moody.
- Keep our minds free from the recital of endless details; give us wings
- to get to the point.
- Seal our lips on our minor aches and pains.
- We ask not for improved memory, but for a lessening cocksureness when
- our memories seem to clash with the memories of others.
- Teach us the glorious lesson that occasionally we may be mistaken.
- Help us to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in
- unexpected people.
- And give us, O Lady, the grace to tell them so.
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- Oh, yea--happy mundane new year.
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- Gwen Knighton knighton@world.std.com (harpist for hire)
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- When you have killed, and your bowl it is spilled, and your shoes are
- clean outworn,
- Back you will speed, for all that you need, to Oak and Ash and Thorn!
- --Rudyard Kipling
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