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"Tina, I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to be in the honeymoon phase of my marriage ... and we are both sexually miserable." Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Read More...
I stood holding my daugther's hand tears streaming down my face and hers.
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Its evening ... the light is fading ... I feel tired, slow, reflective. I spent the last 24 hours with graduate students and colleagues sharing stories of the human sort and was reminded of a word that has found its resonance in the cords of life over the last year. Saudade. Read More...
I don't usually do winter gracefully - I get tired of being cold, I get tired of the gray, I get tired of the waiting ... and tho spring has always come in her time ... like a doubting Thomas, by late winter I always wonder will she leave us this year in our perpetual frozen Narnia? Read More...
It was a cloudy day and I was riding on a ferry reading Letters to a Young Doctor by Richard Selzer. This is a book written by a surgeon who shares his surprise at how often sacred encounters emerged in his career as a physician. “The body is the spirit thickened.” As I read these words it was as if my whole being resounded “YES!” Read More...
Love, joy, excitement …
pain, worry, fear …
desire, longing, wishing …
missing
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