Blessed are you for feeling the pull,that tug back toward a part of yourselfso easily ignored.Yourself at ease.Yourself in the flow.Yourself at play. Pain or boredom or business has sucked up all the energy.But wait. Aren’t you more than a crisis firefighter? Blessed are you when you relax.When you feel young againWhen you LAY THE…
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Blessed are we, who feel the wound of fresh loss.Or of a loss… no matter how fresh… that still makes our voices crack all these years later.We who are stuck in the impossibility of it. Frozen in disbelief.How can this be? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Blessed are we, fumbling around for easy…
Blessed are you who have reached a new age—even if it doesn’t seem to fit. It may feel too big. Too reductive. Too limiting.It may be marked by a life you barely recognize. The kids who have all moved out or settled somewhere far away.Or they have never left and you’re wondering if you’ll ever get…
God, I am struggling to face the difficult thing I know I should do.The conversation I’ve been avoiding.The help I should have asked for months ago.The symptom I have long ignored. Oh God, help me.I am afraid to actbut afraid to admit my inactionmight be making things worse. Blessed are we who recognize thatwe are…
Blessed are you, dear one, when the world around you has changed. Everything is different now,your body, your age, your relationships, your job, your faith. The things that once brought you joy.The way you existed in the world.The people you love and trust and rely on. Things have changed and it would be silly to…
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