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  • Tomb of the Unknown Caregiver

    How do we honor the anonymous caregivers of history? Continue reading

  • Parrish Embraces Loving Care Movement

    Parrish Medical Center, a premier Healing Hospital(TM), has been recognized for its work in The Brevard Business Journal. The article helps reflect not only Parrish’s outstanding progress, but signals the degree to which the media has begun to recognize Radical… Continue reading

  • The Well of Memory

    Within us flows an artesian well of memories. Where attention goes, energy flows. The mind can dip into the well of memory allowing us to drink from the past – the bitter and the sweet. This well holds so much… Continue reading

  • Coming to Rest

    Images of things coming to rest. Continue reading

  • Listening

    No Words . What if I asked you to listen to your soul? Could you hear her?        Would her whisper warm a pathway to your                                 heart?… Continue reading

  • How to “Subscribe to this feed”

    We want our journal to be as convenient as possible for you, so please, if you are interested in subscribing to the feed, do not hesitate to ask for help. Continue reading

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    If you have further questions, simply email our web guru, he can answer any further questions you might have. Continue reading

  • Finding Silence Within

    I sometimes imagine myself falling into silence, sinking down, letting go of the energy that glued me to noise. Continue reading

  • Alive Hospice

    In its continuing effort to honor outstanding charities, the Baptist Healing Trust wishes to recognize Alive Hospice (Nashville) for its ongoing excellence in establishing cultures of loving care. Continue reading

  • A Mountain Lake Experience

    Consider the difficulty of looking at a painting like Turner’s Lake of Zug (viewable by entering in Google the phrase: "William Turner, Lake of Zug.") The first question in the mind of the average westerner is: What is it? The… Continue reading