Reflections, Holidays, Spirituality
Christmas, Light, Hope, Winter Solstice, Memories
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Days 355-356 – Solstice & Reverie
“…we can learn from the wise how we may, each short day and long night, find our way into the light.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 350-351 This Art
(Please note: Today's GUEST ESSAY was submitted by Artist, Maria Doglio). Painting, "Heart in Tree" ~ by Maria Doglio “In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest… Continue reading
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Days 348-349 – Are We Dreaming?
“Time is a trick. But, the biggest trick of all may be reality…The only good choice we have in this world is to let our everyday choices be guided by Love’s energy instead of letting Fear’s energy shadow our days.”… Continue reading
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Days 343-344 A Light Shines – A Guest Essay
[Please note: Today's GUEST ESSAY was submitted by Bobbye R. Terry Executive Director, Odyssey Hospice and represents her views] One of my favorite verses in the Bible is found in Isaiah 61:1, the beginning verse of The Year… Continue reading
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Days 336-337 Countless Masks Falling
I look out into a field of stark, leafless trees wrapped up in a ghostly fog of grey. Their dark limbs silhouette tributaries of black lace, entwined in a colorless sky. How bare and vulnerable without their protective garb, their… Continue reading
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Days 329-330 Paraprosdokians
"Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous. Winston Churchill loved them." ~Anon Here are a few paraprosdokians from a distinguished cat named Esmae who dreams… Continue reading
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Days 324-326 – “When I Was The Forest”
“The more we seal ourselves off from the earth the more we distance ourselves from life. Love rises from the ground, wraps the trees, massages the oceans, stirs the fires of life and paints our hearts with the only colors… Continue reading
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Days 322-323 Back Home
Recently, my son John and I had an opportunity to go visit my mom in Vermont. Nearing her 97th year, mom's hearing has diminished to the point of near deafness, which makes quality conversations more difficult, but not impossible. However,… Continue reading
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Days 320-321 – The Texture of Sacred Encounters
“When Love is present, touch is different. Sacred encounters have a texture that only the presence of Love can provide.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 317-319 – Abstraction & Orientation
“What about the abstract? We can measure the quantity of a drug. Can we measure out Love in milligrams or cubic centimeters? Can we photograph it, put a frame around it, and hang it on the wall?” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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