When we let people into the sacred space of our lives, they must deserve to be there. And want to be there. They must give you a place in their lives. And--this is key--THEY must think YOU are too important to lose. Bottom line: They must be additive to our lives. Whether they are a family . . .
Today I'm giving thanks for the many blessings in my life. And for all of you, who keep me company here. May this day be one of joy and thanksgiving for you and yours. . . .
Each of us goes through challenging periods in our lives, times of struggle and pain. If we're lucky, we count one or two trusted comrades among our friends. Folks who are able to see us and hear us --because the truth is that we all need to be seen and heard, especially in times of trouble. And in . . .
I'd love to jump into this car and take a spin back to the past, when life seemed less complicated. Was it better? Maybe not.I just know it was less complicated. Coping wasn't such a chore. Today our group of blogging Baby Boomers remind us all that life goes on no matter what else is happening in . . .
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There's a lot of willful ignorance out there. I say "willful" because sometime I sit in disbelief of how people I thought were discerning can hold such dissonant views. When Christianity isn't This one is a big hot button for me because Christ was very, very clear about his expectations of his . . .
One of my friends lives in a state of constant regret. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I can see how it happened: Traumatized at an early age by a dominant, unreasonable and abusive father, this sensitive soul built protective walls. The walls weren't strong enough and didn't keep them safe. But what . . .
When the veil that obscures our vision is removed, the perfect clarity that results is a beautiful thing. Oh, it may not be the most comfortable thing, but it clears the path for us to move forward. The bumps and bruises that are a normal part of life chip away at the veil obscuring our vision, . . .
The Mexican Day of the Dead is actually several days, during which loved ones who have transitioned are honored with altars, offerings and visits to the cemetery. During these days, the spirits of the dead are invited to come for a visit. The holiday falls within my own biggest season of loss: my . . .
Walking down the hall in my temporary hotel quarters in my hometown, a discarded star on the carpet caught the light and my attention. It's been there for at least several weeks, resisting suitcase wheels, footfalls, vacuuming. Every day I'd notice it as I went to my rooms. As I write, it's still . . .