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Compassionate Friends

When our daughter, Amy, died in an automobile accident, I became a lifelong member of a group no one wants to be a part of, grieving parents. For months, I attended meetings of The Compassionate Friends, where membership consisted of … Continue reading

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Belonging: Spiritual Home

I was born into a non-practicing Baptist family. We did celebrate Easter and Christmas but not much else. That was my religious upbringing. I had to go on my spiritual journey alone.  When I was a teenager, I was an … Continue reading

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Belonging: Getting Off the Hamster Wheel

“Hey, we’re making music twice as good.By playing what we’ve got!” ~ Shel Silverstein, Ourchestra, Where the Sidewalk Ends (p. 23) In this century we are all connected somehow, and for many of us, those connections are everything. We can’t … Continue reading

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Belonging: Pokemon Politics

My 9-year-old granddaughter is homeschooled, but on Thursdays she goes to a “hybrid” school program with other homeschooled kids. This year she is in a class with mostly kids she didn’t know before. After the second week, I picked her … Continue reading

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Love Makes a Bridge: Connection Through Writing

I find that every day I make a connection with myself.  I write something I didn’t know I had the ability to, or I speak of things beyond my own imagination.  I see a new side of myself every single … Continue reading

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June 10 – Listening for Joy

The story in our Sunday service today was derived from a Tibetan tale* of an old monk whose heart had become hardened by all the suffering in the world. He lived in a cold, dark, desolate cave at the top of … Continue reading

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Listening: and Silence

One of the reasons I appreciate silence is my acute awareness of how very uncommon it is.  I grew up in New York City.  There, the opportunity to commune with silence is not just rare, it’s nonexistent.  There is a … Continue reading

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