I Am the Connection The old gnarled man shuffles off the altar, holding the holy books. It is the marching of time and tradition I see and feel. The centuries of believing the ceremony makes a difference. But behold, it is not ceremony, word, actions. It is I I make the difference I am action I am words I am living memory

If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down. Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens

Listen with and Open Heart Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be. Jane Austen As I work with families preparing their Last Gift Box, I remind myself of this Jane Austin quote. As a visitor in a family, I am talking to them about some of the hardest decisions they will make in their lives, I remind myself I do not know all the history or pains or joys these people have experienced. It is ea

ADVICE FOR THE DAY! Be who YOU needed when YOU were younger.

We all get stuck in traffic and have no choice but to slow down. There is no exit. Can't change direction. We're caught in the flow, slow flow. Frustrating flow. Seems to me when we face difficult but necessary tasks, it is much the same. We get frustrated. We want out into fresh air, fun. But we need to finish the task. Meet that goal. We have to get our papers in order. It is a slow and often tedious task. We aren't stopping until this piece of work is done. Our bloo

A dear, older friend of mine shared the following story: An old man and a young man were walking by a river. They are going to cross to the other side. A woman is on the bank waiting to cross. She is afraid. The old man helps her across the river. He almost drowns while helping her cross. They reach the other side and he sits her down on the shore. She gets up from the bank and walks off, never saying "Thank You". The young man makes it across the river and he and the o