Reflections, Holidays, Spirituality
Christmas, Light, Hope, Winter Solstice, Memories
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Days 140-144 – Recollections of Ecstasy
If it is a gift to experience amnesia around pain is it a curse that ecstasy can also confound our recollection?…Every ecstatic experience shares one thing in common: love. Without it “satisfaction” is cheaply won and ultimately devoid of meaning.… Continue reading
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Days 138-139 The Goodness of the Sky
"Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under… Continue reading
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Days 133-137 – Time & Suffering
The only thing that lasts a long time is suffering. All other time – occasions of comfort or joy – moves faster. Continue reading
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Days 130-132 The Finest Art
"Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation as any painter’s or sculptor’s work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead… Continue reading
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Days 126-130 – A Dream Hospital (1950s) in 60 seconds
American healthcare has been out of balance for decades. Continue reading
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Days 124-125 Heart of Humanity
Why is it that dreaded calls come in the middle of the night? Roused from sleep by a thrill ring of the phone, I answered with trepidation. My heart started to pound as my daughter in law said, “Liz, something… Continue reading
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Days 119-123 – Transactions & Transcendence
“But isn’t light as mysterious as darkness;/ isn’t what lifts and reveals/ as profound as that which descends and covers?” -Clare Bateman Continue reading
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Days 115-118 Falling Through Time [Reading time: 60 Seconds]
Behold the truth tellers! I admire them more than I can say, write, preach or live…They know we are falling through time with our lives on the line so they speak the truth and take the consequences. – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 112-114 – Aimless Love
“…what a fine thing to embrace “Aimless Love” the way Collins describes it: The love of the chestnut,/ the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel./ No lust, no slam of the door…” What a particular peace this offers. Continue reading
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Days: 110 -111 You Will Never know
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to… Continue reading
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