Reflections, Holidays, Spirituality
Christmas, Light, Hope, Winter Solstice, Memories
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Days 293-297 – The Art of Existence
"The function of a [person] is to live, not exist." -Jack London If anyone knew this truth it was Jack London, author of Call of the Wild as well as fifty other books. London grew up poor and, as… Continue reading
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Days 291-292 Like A Welcome Season
Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." ~ Naomi Shihab Nye Leave the familiar for a while Let your senses stretch out Like a welcome season Onto meadows, shores and hills Change rooms in your… Continue reading
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Days 286-290 – The Art of Self Healing
“Your worst wounds are self-inflicted. It is not that you are masochistic. It is that we all own egos whose ears are so finely tuned for praise that they bleed at every perceived insult.” Continue reading
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Days 284-285 “Something To Hold On To”
Note: The following story was written by Ashley Piturro Hospice MSW. Thank you, Ashley for sharing your generous heart with us. A few years ago I cared for a patient in a skilled nursing facility who had been receiving dialysis. His name… Continue reading
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Days 279-283 – Your Comfort Zone
“Radical Loving Care calls us to the challenge zone – to pursue areas that will ultimately enrich life.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 277-278 “Grant That I May Not So Much Seek…”
"My goal in life is to be as good a person as my dog already thinks I am." ~Anon This Sunday our church will honor the life of Love of St. Frances. I've been looking forward to this day for… Continue reading
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Days 272-276 – Choosing A New Path
“The path to Love leads to only one outcome: success.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 268-269 Love Holds
Thank you for the many ways you illumine my universe… Today, many of us will gather to honor our colleague who unexpectedly died this past week. Our presence will be a sign of support to her family and one another… Continue reading
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Days 265-267 – Magic Shoes
It was 1951 when my pal Jill and I watched my family's first television walk through the door of my childhood home. Its glowing, ten-inch, black and white eye was encased in a piece of furniture the size of… Continue reading
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Days 263-264 Wholeheartedly
The only truth I know is Love. Continue reading
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