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Days 72-74 – Crisis Learning
"A crisis is a terrible thing to waste." – NPR commentator Everyone is always telling us how much we can learn in hard times. Of course, none of wants to endure the pain of this period with so many… Continue reading
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Day 71 – Silence as Sabbath
Things are born in quiet that cannot be heard in the din of our overly verbal days. Sabbath time is enriched by some period of intentional silence. Continue reading
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Day 70 – Forgiveness & The Problem of Pain
Any kind of abuse is painful. What’s surprising, perhaps, is the relief that comes when we let go our inclination to seek revenge. Contrary to the belief of many. Letting go of righteous anger does not mean letting go of… Continue reading
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Day 69 – The Problem of Pain – Judgment
Whatever the question, Love is the answer. What do you think? Continue reading
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Day 68 – The Problem of Pain & Silent Light
Through his writing, C.S. Lewis found many ways to expand our consciousness of the elements of pain. Continue reading
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Days 65-67 – Face to Face Meetings?
It’s hard to write a poem, a play, a situation comedy, or a contemporary movie screenplay today without including a cell phone. Continue reading
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Day 64 – The Imperative of Rest
it seems in our quest for job security, profit margins, market share, recognition, productivity – or even from a stoic determination that believes it can meet every need – our psyches have become compelling engines that continue their incessant drone… Continue reading
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Day 63 – Poetry & Presence
To appreciate this poem, we are asked to let go of grammar, punctuation and spelling rules so that we can experience the rhythm and flow of Love’s beauty in all her glory. Continue reading
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Day 62 – You on Wire
if you are a caregiver who appreciates art, finds solace and stimulation there, and perhaps creates some of your own, you will know and love the enormous gift of a small Frenchman who, for a period of 45 minutes in… Continue reading
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Days 60-61 – Happy Distractions – A Photo Quiz & a Poem
As Mother Time finger- snaps me toward her margins I find myself shouting louder & echoing quieter. Continue reading
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