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Fresh blueberries. What a marvel.
Birdsong. What if Rachel Carson had not written “Silent Spring” and so many people had not listened? Bees….
Thank you for sharing this, Matthew. I am inspired by the energy, sincerity, and open-mindedness of your search. And am reminded of a quote by Rev. Mas Kodani “One does not stand still looking for a path. One walks, and as one walks, a path comes into being.”
My weekly (Sunday) telephone call to my parents. I am truly grateful that all I have to do is pick up the phone to hear their voices. Now especially as my father’s verbal ability slips rapidly with advancing Alzheimer’s disease, I cherish the possibility of those few moments of connection each week. We never were a family that “talked out” problems or emotional things, so honestly, they have no idea what is really going on in my life right now, but they do know that...
My weekly (Sunday) telephone call to my parents. I am truly grateful that all I have to do is pick up the phone to hear their voices. Now especially as my father’s verbal ability slips rapidly with advancing Alzheimer’s disease, I cherish the possibility of those few moments of connection each week. We never were a family that “talked out” problems or emotional things, so honestly, they have no idea what is really going on in my life right now, but they do know that I love them. I tell them every time.
How lovely, Deb. May you carry the beauty of the moment through your day.
May your day be filled with these blessings.
Oh, what a strange mix of emotions it must be, as you say reassuring and disconcerting. I, like you, would very much want/need to process as a group. It seems to me that such a ‘coming together’ is the only good that can come of these natural/man-made disasters. It seems the only clear-eyed way forward. I’m grateful you are okay and that are sharing your experience on this site. Here’s to you, to me, to all of us being the change we want to see in the world.
You and your community I will keep in my heart these next days. I will light a candle for you here.
Ah, what a gift to us are trees.
Yes, I did too. Wrote a comment but couldn’t submit. I thought it was just due to my very slow internet connection. Then I pasted it into my private journal but it’s not there now. Ah, well. I look upon it as the universe encouraging me to practice non-attachment.
You are welcome.
That is beautiful, Rosie, thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for saying so, Palm.
Thank you, dear Anna.
Thank you, Sheila. I was afraid my post was too sad and I came back to delete it but found your kind reply which is so helpful to me today.
Me three
Wisdom I take to heart, thank you.
Hi John, your post makes me smile and my mouth water. Before I read it (coincidentally) I was thinking of my mother, originally from South Carolina, who still makes black-eyed peas and collard greens every New Year’s Day for good luck. Have a great day.
Dear Ose, thank you for your open-hearted sharing. This question was such a challenge for me, I had not the courage to answer in writing, and yet the desire is so great in me, as you say, to “shred old shoes.” May it be so in you, in me, in all who hunger to break open.
Dear Doreen, here in this space, you are not alone. Thank you for being here as you are. You give me courage to do the same.
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