She's Not Mine, by guest blogger Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe

It’s 4:30 in the morning. Actually it’s 4:33, but who’s counting?

Obviously, I am.

I’d love to be able to tell you that I’m up because I’m committed to my yoga, or that I just finished my hour-long meditation practice, but if you’ve read this post here, or if you have known me for more than a week, you know that anything that requires “practice” is not going to happen.

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Why Their's and Not Mine?, by guest blogger Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe

We woke up this morning to a large red ring around my daughter’s belly button. Thankfully this episode was on a regular weekday instead of a Sunday. It was like God listened when I prayed for some weekend medical relief, or rather wrote all about it here. He must of forgotten, however, that we were just at the doctor yesterday for her 7 year check-up. 

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Ma Is Dying, by Guest Blogger David J Saffold

Ma Is Dying, by Guest Blogger David J Saffold

Tuesday, Crying Again!

This morning I found my eighty-four-year-old mother sleeping with her legs hanging off one side of the bed.  She has gotten much weaker and can't pull her legs up onto the bed anymore.  She could last week, why not this week?  She cries out in pain as I pull her to sitting position - I have to hold her back so she doesn't fall back on the bed.  Everything with her is a chore - hard labor!  I flinch when her pain makes her cry out.  Her hip muscle has stretched from lying like that all night.  I finally get her to her recliner and get some Tylenol down her throat.  “Ouch, ouch, ouch, everything hurts” is the song she is constantly singing.  I beg her to eat something but can only convince her to drink a little vitamin drink.  So I sit down on the couch and my eyes well up with tears.  I have a great urge to cry just like I cried yesterday morning.  I don't know what to do and nobody else knows either.  I am helpless and don't like being helpless - so I cry.  I guess I am not the tough-guy I like to think I am.

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Seeking Truth, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

Seeking Truth, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

I was teaching a Kabbalah class last week and was especially moved by the delicious desire of this group to explore and find Truth. They were creative, curious and spiritually seeking.  The clarity in the room was refreshing and restorative.

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The Blessing, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

The Blessing, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

I too frequently wake up in the middle of the night with my mind whirling in a thousand directions at once.  That’s when I listen to podcasts.  I am comforted by the drone of other voices other than my own lulling me back to sleep; unless, the podcast is interesting. 

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My New Angel, by Stephanie Shockley, MA

My New Angel, by Stephanie Shockley, MA

Last month, my life partner and best friend passed away from a journey with cancer. Words cannot describe the pain and sorrow I feel constantly.  The word "lost" best describes my life at this moment and I find myself walking around in circles hoping I will wake up from this dream state and my life will go back to normal.  Unfortunately, reality says otherwise and my new life does not include the beautiful man that was a part of my life for the last seven years.

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Ocean of Trust, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

Ocean of Trust, by Susan Austin-Crumpton
"If you don’t become the ocean
You’ll be seasick everyday."
     -Leonard Cohen

Everything has me confused and irritable.
Is it politics?  Upcoming Holidays?  Am I working too much?
Maybe, I’m not working enough?
I have no answers.

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A Place Without God, by Stephanie Shockley, MA

A Place Without God, by Stephanie Shockley, MA

One of my daughters invited me on a European trip before she began a study program abroad. We started our adventure in Germany, moving into Austria, then the Northern lakes of Italy, on to Switzerland, ending our trip in London where she will study for the fall semester.

Our first sightseeing point of interest was Dachau, one of the concentration camps established by the Nazis during World War II. My daughter did not want to go and was kind enough to appease her mother for an afternoon in anticipation of the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg, the one thing she was most excited for on the vacation.

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Self Care in the Digital Age, by Larkin Oates, MA

Self Care in the Digital Age, by Larkin Oates, MA

Occasionally, managing e-mails and photo storage is overwhelming, and the delusion that I am succeeding at the task evaporates.  During a recent bout editing three storage Clouds, I found Charlotte Kasl’s book, "If the Buddha Got Stuck:  A Handbook for Change on a Spiritual Path."

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