Tag: inspiration
group name: gracefuljourneys
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June 29, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
C ompassion is a virtue, which we are endowed with, but like so many other precious aspects of ourselves, we tend to use it sparingly, as if the well might run dry someday. But, just like . . .
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July 07, 2008 11:19 AM EDT --
Sometimes, it's easy to lose sight of the beauty around us. The world may not seem like such a bright and beautiful place. The responsibility of caregiving is enormous and . . .
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July 01, 2008 06:54 AM EDT --
The garden in our soul is a perpetual garden, which is available to us at any moment in time. On a particularly dreary winter day, I can visit the garden within and find it blooming in . . .
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July 18, 2008 10:34 PM EDT --
Step up.
Keeping walking forward;
Others have done the same,
Their hearts heavy,
Their footsteps deep.
Move on.
Ascend toward your dreams,
One . . .
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July 11, 2008 09:02 PM EDT --
I know this place. The temperature is soaring, fueling my fever and provoking the ache of loss. A wind from the southwest lazily taunts tall pine trees, causing . . .
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July 02, 2008 11:11 AM EDT --
One October day, a dear friend of mine invited me to her small country home for tea. As she approaches the age of 85, I marvel at Estelle's gentle ways and, more importantly, her . . .
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July 25, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Refreshing the soul,
a fluttering butterfly
lit among beauty.
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July 22, 2008 11:23 AM EDT --
"How can I go on?" I ask myself. The pain is unbearable. I feel numb and confused. I feel like someone tore a hole in my soul and it will never be the same again. . . .
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June 30, 2008 07:43 AM EDT --
As children, we rely on our parents or guardians to care for us. We are unable to sustain ourselves or be independent. We espouse immature ideals and depend upon our elders to keep . . .
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September 24, 2008 09:19 PM EDT --
The Piper in my Den
Cyndie Goins Hoelscher
A clipped version of Stairway to Heaven catches my attention. Sighing, I put down my pen and glance at the number brazenly displayed on my pink razor . . .
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