beauty
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Days 253-257 – 5 Milligrams
The right words, music or scenery can bring as much relief physically as can a drug. But, given the choice, most of us pick drugs when seeking relief. Continue reading
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Days 318-323 – “The Divine Blueprint”
The more variegated & unusual our soul’s blueprint, the more courage it takes to live it. And the more dazzling the result if that courage & that destiny are embraced. Continue reading
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Days 257-261 – Serenity From The Saints
Poems are prayers, fine photographs are meditations & music is a bed on which to rest the tired heart. I classify great artists as saints. Continue reading
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Days 229-223 – Dreams of Symmetry
“It is the deepest dream of the soul to be in the intimacy of Divine Beauty,” John O’Donohue wrote in his masterpiece: Beauty, The Invisible Embrace. Continue reading
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Days 361-365 – Becoming More Beautiful Through Your Best Self
Invite your best self to every encounter: with friends or enemies, with sun or amid storms, and Beauty will always appear. Continue reading
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Days 321-325 – Opening Beauty’s Door With Patience
“Objectifying patients is health care’s pornography…Beauty will not show her face to eyes seeking information only.” Continue reading
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Days 273-275 – More Moments With the Beautiful O’Donohue
“Even, and perhaps especially, in the bleakest times, we can still discover and awaken beauty; these are precisely the times when we need it most.” – John O’Donohue Continue reading
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Day 271 – The Call of Beauty – Another Day with John O’Donohue
Caregivers like you need Beauty in your life each day. Amid the ugliness of the illness & struggles of people you serve there may be days on which it is especially hard to touch that beauty. What grounds… Continue reading
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Day 270 – The Man Who Knew Beauty
“Everywhere there is tenderness, care and kindness there is beauty.” – John O’Donohue Continue reading
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Days 119-123 – Twenty Milligrams of Love?
“In healing you must let Love flow, because she is to0 beautiful for your calculations.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading