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Home Again
We have been travelling. As usual it was inspiring, frustrating, exhausting, exhilarating, bewildering and enlightening. I will probably write more about it as I have time to process all the experiences, but for now, I will start at the end. The end of every trip is also a beginning. You arrive home again a slightly…
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What’s in a Number?
I am not a superstitious person. Nor am I a person who follows my horoscope regularly, or any other discipline, except that which ‘feels true’ to me and which is a useful ‘tool’ for understanding myself and Life. However… some years ago I did participate in a series of workshops about colour therapy. Within those…
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Mother of the Year!
This morning it was announced on the news, the 2012 Mother of the Year. It seems to me a nearly impossible choice to say who is Mother of the Year. Is it the woman who has overcome the most adversity to raise her children? Is it the woman who has raised the next President or…
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The Happiness One Suffers
The tentative newness of early Spring blossoms in Ohio is transforming now into early summer leaves. The heavenly scent of lilac mingles… with the wild garlic and dog shit… up and down the drive where I find myself walking. It reminds me that we are much happier in life if we can accept those two…
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The Church in the Wildwood
“The Church in the Wildwood” is a song that was written by Dr. William S. Pitts in 1857 following a coach ride that stopped in Bradford, Iowa. It is a song about a church in a valley near the town. The first stanza goes like this… “There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood…
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Springtime in Bethel
I confess the inspiration for this post is from another blog I follow called ‘Becoming Madame’ (becomingmadame.wordpress.com/). She writes about all things French, and particularly Parisian. If you are a Francophile, or just an armchair traveler, you will enjoy it. However, I have just taken an afternoon walk on a gorgeous Ohio spring day. It…
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The Power of Words
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” -Maya Angelou I know I don’t really need to write an entire essay on this. Ms Angelou has said it all so succinctly. But recently I’ve had the good fortune…
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She is gone.
She is gone. The house seems oddly empty, as if only a guest has left after a brief stay, to return to their own home. It is cleaning day and just as well. It will keep me occupied for these first few awkward, silent hours. I don’t feel abandoned, I feel like an actual part…
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2011 in review
Thanks to all of you who viewed my blog this year. It started because I wanted to share my innermost thoughts about cancer, but I will be continuing it on and encourage and look forward to your comments. The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. I thought you might…
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Simple Things
A lot has been written about the importance of the simple things in life. Today I was reminded again. The muscle and tissue around my breast and armpit have been increasingly painful in recent weeks. It seemed that exercise did not particularly help, nor did doing very little. Yesterday I saw the Oncologist and explained…
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