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Every single time I focus on my breath moving comfortably in and out of my lungs, I am aware, newly, of the miracle of being alive in this moment.
Isn’t it interesting that it takes many of us so long to see and experience the miracle?
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By Kelly Williams
What if I told you that my mom drinks orange soda pop in bed, after she’s brushed her teeth for the night? Or that she believes SPF 4 provides real protection from the harmful rays of the sun and attempts to justify the sunburn she always gets when we are on vacation by arguing, “This is how I tan – I red tan.” My favorite line of my mom’s is when we are in the car together driving some place and I notice that her seat belt isn’t on, so I prod her to buckle up and she replies, “I always wear my seat belt when you’re not here.” I bet you can just imagine me shaking my head, laughing and muttering “right.” I mean really, does that make any sense? Continue Reading →
It has been a little more than nine years since my Mom passed on to a new way of being. Her presence is as real for me today as ever.
Isn’t it interesting how easily the power of a person’s life can be brought to life with the suggestion of a single idea before the mind?

