Her scent arrived first. Francis Denney’s Interlude. Delicate at the start, then coming to rest like a swaddle, a heavy musky balm, felt more than smelled. Next a tender clinking sound. Seashells? Wind chimes? No. Broken and mismatched rosary beads, dangling from wrists and waist. She bustled in with a casserole of course. Chicken and rice. And two old fashioneds, orange wedges and maraschinos on their colorful plastic skewers. (Sigh.) And she brought all of the pieces of self, abandoned…
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Blog Connected At Our Cores The Inner Self Writings and Art From My Colleagues
An Interview with Summer Lydick
I metSummer on Instagrama year or more ago and was intrigued by her colorful, layered art and her buoyant approach to life...…
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There is a long history of gathering en masse to shift energies and paradigms, legislation and belief structures...…
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Several years ago I realized that every aspect of my life kept boiling down to one central belief...…
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Written January 22, 2014 The fall of 2013 presented an interesting shift for our family. We now preside over an empty nest. We were prepared for this transition particularly since Drew has been counting…
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Written by Cheryl Spieth Gardiner “Connection: the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they derive sustenance and strength…
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May 13, 2013 I love social media. Being a person who sees connectivity in everything, social media is like a superweb of being connected, with thin, but strong strands stretching from me to an…