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When someone leaves
When someone leaves their essence remains. It becomes part and parcel of what now is and will be forever. I remain resolute in my belief that a place absorbs all the goodness we each dole out, making it shine bright, making it better, because in everything that is there is something that was.
Here an island
The sea rises again and again, pushes, pulls, leaving me here, taking me there, now everywhere; horizon mocks, tells stories, calls me names, gulls laugh, cry, I too, in tears, spittle and sweat; colors go dry, blue to grey, white to haze, fog rolls, erases everything.
A conversation with Jasper Beach
At Jasper Beach there is reliability, there is calm, there is resolute determination, there is serenity and beauty, there is water and there are the stones and the stories they tell to those that listen. It is as if being surrounded by trusted friends in a place that offers a solemnity unmatched amidst tide and water.
For answers, head to the river
Each of us walked away with our own personal connection to the river and to each other. We also, collectively, left as one after sharing time and place in a sanctuary of goodness. It was a good trip, a necessary journey, and one that I know will sustain us all through our lifetimes.
Catching and sharing that wonder of play
Your childhood memories are important. Write them down and share them with the family, especially children and grandchildren. Let that wonder float free like those lightening bugs we would patiently wait for on a warm summer’s evening. The sun sinking low, coolness settling in, and then a pop of light in the distance, then another, until it’s as if flashbulbs are going off at a birthday party. Surrounded now, their light seals our contagious smiles and wonder within a cocoon of memory to which — we have the key.
Fond memories of classmates and teachers
We all have known people that touched our life, if but for a moment, helping us become who we are today. And there are others we never had the chance to know. Yet, they too, silently, were there and are part of that big book we carry around today.
The Exiles
The gift of a necklace from a mother to her daughter, words from a father to his daughter about the rings of a tree — both offer the same lesson: We live making our story by remembering those that came before us giving us theirs.
Blue Summer
Music is powerful. Faced with a trying situation, even that sometimes maddening memory, when looking for peace we often turn to music. A particular song, composition or even a melody can move one to another place, chase away the turmoil and bring peace.
Beneficence
This beautifully told story reminded me of a quilt being made, a family heirloom that is sewn by loving hands stitch-by-stitch. Its patterns are of family, its colors are of love and the light it holds constantly changes from shadow to bright white.
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