When our paths did cross, she called me, "My brother." Such acceptance was priceless.
When our paths did cross, she called me, "My brother." Such acceptance was priceless.
For those of us with chronic conditions, there is always more - always more.
It is a small step from being legally blind to fully blind.
When I asked how things are going now, he quietly said, "I have Parkinsons”.
"Now you're not gunna cry again are ya!"
I hear these Hounds of Memory mostly at night when I'm supposed to be sound asleep.
So, I am learning oh so slowly, Ordinary is necessary because it has to be.
Happiness and Joy are both valid but are not the same thing.
I often wonder how Christmas would look if Christ was taken out of the season all together.
There is something mysterious about changing my perspectives on life during easy and pleasant times. It almost never happens.
There is a wonderful mystery here. The loving care of our grand-daughter was as healing as was the professional skills of our son.
I understand the reasons for lock-downs, isolation and distancing. But these measures attack my ability to deal with my chronic health issues. And that wearies me.
My dear friend lived a life way above the ordinary. I am encouraged and blessed just thinking of him.
So a reasonable project for me became a job for tradesmen who know what they are doing.
Barry rode his own race, rode it well and would not quit.
But what if it's not all about me after all-wouldn't that be a seismic shift!
Who needs resilience when it’s all going wonderfully well?
I think the first difficulty with Resilience is wanting to embrace it bad enough.
Resilience doesn't get much attention in good or easy times. But it's a different story when we are staring at difficult stuff.
I can't hurry resilience. Perhaps that's because it's a continuous process through whole of life.