A day that begins in reflection of two wondrous things, that touch my morning one of which is this, from Frederick Buechner, “The life that I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another,…
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This morning I am reading in my book by Brother David Steindl-Rast, about his life growing up in Austria. I am currently between the years 1936-1948, the time of Nazi occupation and World War. Families and children disappearing quickly. At…
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So this post is by way of a book review and it comes with the utmost heartfelt gratitude to the author of such a book as this: Rumi and The Red Handbag by the lovely Shawna Lemay. But first just…
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This morning I am so socked in from my allergies that I can hardly breathe in and as per most mornings, the fingers on my right hand are very slow to move feeling so very bone tired this week, I…
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as before me there was you… before me, there was my sister. indeed, I would say my first friend, my protector, my confidant. my magic, my shared sense of wonder and curiosity my person to emulate, and oh so very…
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I can tell l when I am holding on too tightly when my grip is too firm when my feet hurt from being on them because I am standing much too hard on the earth I try to be…
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This morning first thing, I’m standing at the kitchen sink to brush my teeth, (yes, I am indeed a little strange) I look out the window at the trumpet vine and up into the pine tree and I marvel at…
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Yesterday, I wrote a blog post about telling people how you feel about them, saying something wonderful. What I just want to add to that is to make sure this always includes – Yourself. Last night, I went to my…
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In the garden today, the Bridal Wreath Spirea is bloomin’ beautiful, full to bursting with her tiny white clusters of flowers and then when the breeze comes she will scatter her bounty like confetti all around it is glorious and…
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“When this twentieth century of ours became obsessed with a passion for mere size, what was lost sight of was the ancient wisdom that the emotions have their own standards of judgment and their own sense of scale. In the…
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