"Sometimes, our lives overlap with others, only briefly. We share troubles, laughter, or learning and move on, Afterwards all we will hold in common is a memory. The chapter passes like a storm, or sunshine, or an ordinary day. But the heavens always send us something new. A chance, a lease of . . .
I know. She looks rather like a madwoman, doesn't she? Would you believe I have my mother's 1950s RayBans that resemble these sunglasses? Only hers has rhinestones in the corners. From the late 1950s early 1960s. I feel closer to her when I wear them. It is, after all, Mother's Day. Her 1950s era . . .
The deep sorrow of loss and grief can be almost unbearable. So when a friend whose beloved son died some weeks ago said that the Guided Journal through Grief at A Healing Spirit is playing a major role in her healing , I was glad to hear it. I, too, know the pain of grief. Of course, we never . . .
We're living in a wilderness of unknowns, of uncertainty, where around any corner could be the moment that takes our lives. Some of us spin out in anxiety, some avoid thinking about it, and others go deep within. I am in that last category. So here's what I'm learning in my 8th week of isolation . . .
It was bound to happen: a time when in order to survive, we're called on to use critical thinking skills. Many of us are ill-prepared to do this because we haven't been taught to evaluate what we see, read or experience. We're taught to buy it lock, stock and barrel. Or it's just a knee-jerk . . .
"Not all of us can choose what we give up: the things we love are taken, or never ours at all. Life is defined not by what we let go, but by what we let in: friendship and kind words, frailty and hope. To be human is to be imperfect, and to accept that is to thrive. No path is always strewn with . . .
When life was different I wrote this two months ago when life was very different, and even had it scheduled. And then, the proverbial you-know-what hit the fan. So I pulled it, and about half a dozen other posts out of the schedule. They just didn't seem important. But this one? It still applies . . .
Our house is in week 5 of quarantine, while California is officially in week 3. Maybe it's the neurosis I inherited from my mother or maybe a message from my guides, but I knew we needed to mostly isolate and sanitize way early. Gently, I tried to point it out to groups I am in, but it was long . . .
The gates to our "normal" lives have been closed a while and will probably remain shut for a while longer. Maybe a longer while than we think. When I look around at our closed up homes, I wonder what we are doing with all that time behind the gates. So many people are reporting their great . . .
Where do we begin? What marks the start of any new adventure? And what do we leave behind us when the future calls? ~Call the Midwife The virus crisis we're going through now isn't the kind of adventure we want to have. We might not have even called it an "adventure" before. But it's certainly . . .
