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Ageing Gracefully
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Considering Health
I’ve made a list of all the things I used to do habitually, and with pleasure, before that afternoon we were all sent home from our non-essential workplaces. I’m not sure which is the better metaphor: were these the bones that my muscles and ligaments would stack and pull to move the whole of me…
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An Indirect View of the Sun
It’s raining this morning. I think it may be why I slept late. Sitting on the sofa looking out the window, a slipped ray of sunlight coming from behind my house, over my roof, hit the white trim on the neighbor’s roof to set it glowing against the slate sky. This happens often. I sit…
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My Life as a Worry Stone
Now, it seems like every morning I sit down in front of the computer I second guess myself. I wonder if I have already written down the ideas that are bouncing around my head. I am sure I have. My life is all about repeating myself (and maybe repeating what’s handed down in DNA somehow?).…
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(Not) Leaving the Wallow
Suffering is not enough. Life is both dreadful and wonderful…How can I smile when I am filled with so much sorrow? It is natural–you need to smile to your sorrow because you are more than your sorrow. THICH NHAT HANH If that is not the perfect definition of real “self-care”, what is? So many years…
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Before the Kiss
We have a responsibility to hold to the power of love that we know to be true, and to not allow the world around us to deaden that in ourselves. LUCAS JOHNSON So many thoughts this week. And so little time to write. It’s been a week of un-braiding the aspects of my life –…