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Being Brave by Sitting Still
Late at night when the hospital room grows dark and the sounds that can be heard are mechanical beeps, humming, and alarms–…
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a spoonful of sugar
Mary Poppins sang, "A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down in the most delightful way." The song was sung to motivate the children she came to care for…
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Bits and Pieces
The small things of love’s labor- unassuming, day to day moments, consistent, and soothing as a lullaby. Unattached pieces which are often unnoticed that bind familiar fragments, of un-monumental minutes…
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Life’s Tokens
Life isn’t fair. It is not always easy. Life continues, it doesn’t wait. It doesn’t ask you if you are happy, or is it…
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The Rollercoaster
How many days has it been since my father entered the hospital? I have lost count….though it has been more than a month of days that much is certain. The…
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Bloom Where Planted
At the end of the day the only thing that matters is- Did you live your life lovingly? The source of joy or pain…
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A Place to Sit
The room was empty except for some lonely chairs. Quietly, I sat in one next to the window where the light was the most…
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Baby Steps
Worn true are the steps of babies. Try, try again and one will find their way.
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Blue Sky
Blue skies in the morning, with a touch of pink cotton colored clouds. Even when one doesn’t expect a miracle– the morning sun shines out shame on you! With that…
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Courage
There is a difference between letting go and giving up. It is as if my father is at the base of Mount Everest. His heart, mind and lungs seem to…
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