Apart from babysitting, my first real job was as a copy girl for the Springfield Shopping News. I got this job because my sister Eleanor worked at the main office and they needed someone part-time. I worked every afternoon after school and on Saturdays.

There was a little separate office for copy girls (I doubt it is allowed now to say copy girl) and copy men (we never said copy boys) right downtown. All we did was go to the stores that had ads for us to pick up or we had proofs to deliver to them. This was before internet, of course.

It was on this job that I first learned …continue reading

I took this photo from inside my office through the window screen and all.  This is one of the views I have. The photo didn’t show the whole view I see and describe below.

From where I sit in my office, there is another window to the right with a different view. I just didn’t think to take a photo of that view.

From where I sit in my office, I also …continue reading

When my daughter was about five, she decided she wanted to spend her own money from her piggy bank. Happily we went off to the pony rides.

After the rides were over and her money was spent, Lauren said in horrified surprise: “I’ll never do that again! It’s all gone.”

How often I feel the same way! …continue reading

If I were setting up grammar and punctuation in the world, I would have variations of question marks and exclamation marks. I feel a need for some smaller-sized punctuation.

Here’s what I mean: Although the particular syntax of a sentence may have the structure of a question, it is not a real question. The only example I can think of this minute is, when said in a certain tone of voice, “Now, how do you like them apples?” I am not really asking a question, and it’s really not an exclamation either. It’s more subtle. Why couldn’t we have some new punctuation, something less wholehearted than the usual question and exclamation marks? …continue reading

You remember the blog entry The Onlooker? (Click to read)

It began:

There is something I am noticing more and more. It is like I experience two levels of thought. It’s like my Universal Self watches my individual self in all its goings-on. I don’t know what oversoul means, but the word occurs to me now. It seems that a calm very impartial part of myself watches all the shenanigans I go through. I’m attached, yet there is this impartial part of me that is not attached at all.

That blog entry elicited thirteen replies so far. I suspect this entry struck a chord in more than one of us.

Then recently, I was surprised to read over a Heavenletter that was written sometime in May. …continue reading

These are internet offers that I was too busy to respond to.  See what I have missed:

1. A bunch of free laptops and ipods

2. All the free shopping sprees

3. The dinner coupons

4. Work at home for #8,000 a month and do nothing …continue reading

You probably imagine that, as a Godwriter™, I make my bed first thing in the morning and come down to a rather celestial office. If not celestial, at least an immaculate office filled with vases of flowers, candles lit and incense burning.

You probably imagine that I am dressed in silk and flow down the stairs, my hair in perfect place.

You probably imagine that I hear only the sweet singing of birds and never hear traffic go by.

You probably imagine that I sit down serenely, and that then, my fingers light up and God’s words spill out as quickly and as splendidly as gum balls from a gum ball machine. …continue reading

There is a recently written Heavenletter™ (not yet published) in which God makes clear the difference between Godwriting™ and other writing. It is so simple and obvious what God says. Why would God have to say this? But He did.

What God says is that the difference between Godwriting and Blogwriting, for example, is …continue reading

Translators and Heaven Admin and others give and give to Heavenletters™. The bigger picture is that they give in their service to God. This is one of the loveliest things I have come across in my whole life. Those who give service to the Universe are definitely heroes. Come to think of it, selfless service is what makes a hero in the first place, isn’t it?

I mostly read escape literature, detective-type books. I can read them mindlessly. That’s why I like to read them. I know we’re supposed to be mindful, yet I love reading these books because I don’t have to think, and I don’t have to feel.

I don’t want to …continue reading

Words are meaningful and important to me, as you can imagine. They are almost beings to me. It’s like they’re physical, and I can hold them in my hand.

We just had a new subscriber from Sweden, and I find the word Sweden evokes so much in me that I am sure words are real things. The word Sweden, for example, is strongly the country and its people and even its climate. One word covers a lot of territory.

Then take Zimbabwe, where a new subscriber also just came from. I love getting my tongue around the word Zimbabwe. And the word Zimbabwe makes a different music from the equally wonderful word Sweden.

I did once visit the coast …continue reading