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It’s there lurking in your pocket, purse or hand. You never leave home without it. It’s always close. You let it inside of your most valuable moments. You take it to the bathroom. It’s there when you brush your hair. You place it next to your bed as you sleep or, make love. You take it on dates. Dinners for two are now dinners for four. It’s near to you when you… Read More

What makes a person so able to destroy another life? I am going to tell you the answer. It’s not evil, although it is evil to do so. It’s not demons or anger or jealousy. The main cause is the thinking or thoughts of a person. The Germans thinking that the Jews were not people were able to act in horrible ways. Imagine being the mother holding your baby, both naked in… Read More

If I were a dandelion the world would see me as a weed. Until someone came along and took a closer look. Then they would see, I am vibrant in colour, prolific in nature, and nutritiously life giving. The majority does not determine the truth . You cannot just exterminate me, because to you, I am not growing where I am supposed to grow. Powerful…. Like a dandelion, you must pull me… Read More

When I was a little girl, my Dad would give me a thimble sized cup of coffee, or he would scoop up some of his own coffee in a creamer container. To me, it was a small taste of adulthood. Coffee was a warm invitation to maturity and comfort. Through this, coffee became for me, a rich connection point over long talks and sunny mornings. When my age crept into the double… Read More

Empty, one use left. My inclination is to squander its use, and save it. Then a liberating thought comes to my heart. At this moment I get to use it. At this moment I will embrace what I have for at this moment I have enough. Instead of allowing my future lack in the next moment to overcome me, I allow the joy of enough to blossom. I am willing to embrace… Read More

When I consider the peace of God I see an image of me falling backwards off a mountain towards a river bed of jagged rocks. The falling is my life. The rocks are the inevitable. So I lay my head back and take it all in. With arms spread wide open my hands hang loosely. My fingers extend themselves while taking note of the wind. I close my eyes. A smile spreads… Read More