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Stories told ‘round the fire
“Original Peoples the world over sat before warm fires and shared stories of the hunt, stories of the Ancestors, stories of birth and death, land and sea, faraway places, and visions seen. Wisdom and information were passed from generation to generation, an oral tradition that created living history. Modern humans might not sit around a fire like their early ancestors once did, yet, it’s still vital that we share our life experiences, feelings, and insights. Sharing stories remains one of the deepest ways we can connect with our fellow humans. Through our stories we live on.”
![Have You Asked Yourself….](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1729628371352-75FTCPUAXB21OYM2CZM2/R+49+ed-crp-br-tx.jpg)
Have You Asked Yourself….
Sometimes, when we feel vulnerable, weak, confused, or depressed, it can be all too easy to give our power over to others, and then, move forward while we are out of touch with ourselves and our own inherent wisdom.
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Pandemic Opportunity
Have you ever felt, even momentarily, that you have not accomplished anything or gotten anything done? It’s not like we always have to be busy, but often we can feel that we ‘did nothing.’ Yet…rarely is this true.
![Eye of the Storm](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1683252238742-U8W3RBX3RF1DUVICD5ON/IMG_3722-cr-br-re.jpg)
Eye of the Storm
Most of us know how hard it is to lose our dearest friends, but when death stacks one loss upon the other in a short time, then something deeper is asked of us.
![They Had Nothing: They Gave Everything](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1670962027265-H4PNPN7YD2BD4SB49FN0/Image6.jpg)
They Had Nothing: They Gave Everything
I was grief-stricken that they would only have this one little gift, and what I gave them to take home to Mama….and then no more. How long would they survive?
![Keepers of This World](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1658866959298-30NUD6QRWIM25RX0MORE/forest-trail-br-cr.jpg)
Keepers of This World
I saw shame again flit across the little girl’s face threatening to snuff out all hope. I watched her shrink back into herself, joy retracted. I started to speak, but the father was already marching forward.
![Of Children and Stars](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1647299202638-FH819SKMQ6CVH3HONVZ3/mom-and-me.jpg)
Of Children and Stars
How many souls before me stood with faces tipped upward in breathless awe of those same twinkling stars? How many souls were comforted by their timeless presence? How many ancient boats were guided through dark seas? All I knew was that they tenderly watched over me, just as they tenderly watch over us all, no matter what we feel, no matter what events unfold. There they sit in the night sky loving us as if holding together the very fabric of The Great Mystery.
![I Stood My Ground](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ffb8ea1c1ead434c21dac32/1645390730992-Z3RAARKAD20A0DS7GHZV/34+cr-ed-br-cr-2.jpg)
I Stood My Ground
Suddenly, Little Robin realized that Mrs. Thatcher had just attacked her dream. No one else has been attacked. Why me? There had been one too many times when Mrs. Thatcher ridiculed Little Robin in front of the whole class. Today would be the last time.
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True Story “Crash”
In split seconds my thoughts frantically clambered over each other, racing to the top of my awareness. My brain exploded in liquid terror that screamed through my veins like razor blades. I automatically glanced in my rear-view mirror and saw bumper-to-bumper cars mere feet behind me.
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I Remember
I Remember
You sat beside me,
clinging to life,
only weeks left to live,
yet, you were more alive than ever.
I listened as you tried to make sense of life and death,
your eyes so beautiful and sad
as you tried to embrace all that you felt.