Your Hands
If your hands were to tell of your life ‘til this day What type of life would your hands portray? ~ Would they be idle with no work to do, Un-calloused and smooth with lotions to soothe? Or would they be tattered and soiled with use, Revealing hard labor and years of abuse? ~ Do they gently and softly wipe away tears, And cradle a child to comfort her fears? Would they reach out and help...
Read MoreLessons From The Curio Cabinet
As I step into voluntary chaos this day, I find a slow motion moment that will stay with me for years. This morning a friend came over to help me pack up some bookshelves and a curio cabinet in preparation for my floor being torn up tomorrow (yes, just one day before my surgery). As she carefully wrapped my many treasures to be put in safekeeping, I would talk to her about what made each item...
Read MoreThe Gift
This has been a week of creating new friends and renewing old. The conversations have been simple, enjoyable, profound, and sometimes quite deep. Some of these individuals have journeyed where I am about to go and others have mountains to climb far different and greater then my own. As I contemplate what to write, my thoughts keep circling around one particular friend who I was recently...
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