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My Mother died recently. All four of her children were there with Mom the day she died. We were able to express our love and affection. As much as we were all there for her, heart and soul, our Mother was the one who had to do the dying.
I wonder why it takes someone’s death to make me ask myself if I am living the life I choose to live.
*Quin is a dear friend of ours and we are honored to share his mindful moment with you. We look forward to sharing moments from other dear friends in the future. You are all invited to play! Thank you, Quin!
The Boothby Institute and a group of Maine teachers entered into an experiment which has the potential to alter the effectiveness of education at a global level. It was our supposition that a group of teachers who chose to come together to explore what it takes to be an inspired teacher could clearly define it and outline exactly what was necessary to produce that result. Here’s where we started and the result. Continue Reading →
In the movie “My Girl,” Macauley Culkin and Anna Chlumsky share a beautifully captured, innocent, sweet, kind, gentle, magical first kiss? Two days later, Thomas J., Macauley’s character, dies unexpectedly.
I wonder how magical this minute, right now, might be if I actually “saw” (think “captured”) everything it contained?
