It’s Saturday night, and just as I settle under the bed covers, the phone rings. I pick up and hear the voice of my mother’s caregiver. “She has a nosebleed that’s not stopping.” I call on the Beloved. My mom comes on the line. “I’m pressing the button,” she says, meaning her Lifeline, a signal [...]
Most every day I take a walk through the piñon-juniper forest surrounding my house. On today’s journey, I relish the quiet. Finches chirp and flit among the treetops, puffy clouds skate across the broad sky, and the azure Sandia Mountains stand tall in the distance. As I pass some horse stables, where the air smells [...]
Occasionally the Beloved brings me a poem that I can’t resist. This is one by my friend Logan Jo’el. The Beloved Physician I have nothing and am too happy, they say. Why does he smile so often, what drug or wine does he imbibe? My body aches at the end of the day, yet I [...]
I am safe and loved no matter what is happening with my physical body, with my house, with my family and friendships, with my job. I am eternal. I am love.
What my physical body thinks I eat: What my emotions think I eat: What my mind thinks I eat: What I really eat: Photo credits: Emotions and cloud: istockphoto.com Einstein: www.flickr.com/photos/mansionwb/
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