Amongst the flowers that fade there is a spirit that does not grow pale, reborn season after season, tangible and fragrant. Reminding us that life is more than the few petals and thorns we…

                   My Father continues to heal, slowly. He remains in the hospital. It is difficult to see him day in day and day out in pain. My Mother rarely leaves his bedside. My brothers…

                              … Being side by side close enough to feel one another’s heart beat.

                Take time to thank your heart for beating, Take time to hold your thoughts and stare into silence, Take time to listen to the undercurrent of others, Take time to close your eyes, wiggle…

                 I simply cannot help myself…when a person has been in the hospital for over a length of time one starts to notice people, things and the hospital routines. One starts to recognize the gentle…

                Wonders never cease, Love is worth the risk, and hospital food isn’t that bad. ————————— Yesterday my brother Mark brought his two year old daughter Kate to visit our Dad. She stood by his…