Shoveling out from the night’s blizzard transformed into quiet meditation for those on my heart and for our world. Thinking of all, the whisper’s question so clear. So simply profound…. is it easier to let go of freedom than to let go of fear?
She lay in her wheelchair bed staring into the nursing home aviary. The birds hopped and fluttered, not flew, in a glass aviary. Both it seemed encased and held. I watched her eyes grow soft. I watched them as they watched her. And for a…..
Fear is an odd emotion. Its primal and instinctive basis cannot be avoided. What we do with it is our choice. Sometimes Life gifts a pair of bookends with which to hold the fear. A set of before and after pictures. Bookends holding the fear. And the…..
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