Tag: love
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Grief, Compassion, and Love
Today my husband flew up to visit his brother who is at home receiving hospice care for advanced lung cancer which has aggressively metastasized. This post serves as a prayer for my husband, his brother, and the rest of their family. I’m at a loss for words. This is also my second Writer’s Quote Wednesday 2015 post. Thank…
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Meaning of Life
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-suvkwNYSQo] This is my response to Blahpolar Diaries‘ post Watch “Stephen Fry on God | The Meaning Of Life | RTÉ One” on YouTube. I love Stephen Fry, and I love his response. Why not the Greek gods? I really have no idea if divinity really exists. I do know that it is very…
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Mysticism
My grandfather died when I was twenty-one. Upon returning home from his memorial mass where I gave his eulogy, I experienced an altered state of consciousness when crossing the Bay Bridge. My skin tingled, I felt an energy push out of my skin, and I felt a new cleansing energy fill me to replace the…
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The Boundaries of Love
Laura Droege’s piece, “The Boundaries of Love,” is so insightful that I must reblog the post to share it with you. My personal boundaries can be at times poor and permeable, so I would do well to heed her wise words: “Loving others strikes a balance of sorts. We neither identify with other’s pain to…
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Who Ate My Chocolate?
in FamilyOkay, so I just got back from a lovely birthday dinner out with my husband and son. What did I find on the floor of the kitchen upon our return? My birthday box of See’s chocolates! One or both of our dogs (not sure if it was a solo job or a conspiracy) had taken…
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Thumper Update
Thumper’s biopsy came back benign. No cancer! His toe is healing nicely and his stitches come out on Friday. Whew! He’s happy, and so are we.
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As a Child
As a child I wanted to be a doctor To cure people of disease As a teen I wanted to be a neurosurgeon To fix brains with a scalpel As a young woman I became a psychotherapist To fix troubled youth with broken lives With the exchange of spoken words I kept falling apart My…
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Regrets
Regret Not Being a Good Enough Mother Feeling sick, difficult to sit with how I have parented my son. It’s been hard, but I have done my best. I feel sorry for him. He complains that I yell at him, that I am abusive, too loud. That he experiences me as abusive kills me, causes…
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New Dawn
This morning I reveled in a beautiful drive through Santiago Canyon from my son’s school in Rancho Santa Margarita to a writers’ group in Orange, CA. Perhaps I should have stopped and taken a picture, but I did not, for I was too in the moment, enjoying the ride and taking in the scenery. The ride was pure…