Commode To Joy

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Death & Grief

Staying Afloat in This Sea of Life

It happened again yesterday. Something that was frequent as a young adult, but has lessened over time. I was in a situation where I felt emotionally unsafe, and all I wanted to do in response? Was go home and hang out with my son. He’s only two, so obviously, as a young adult, it wasn’t my son I was running to. Back in my college days, I wanted to retreat […]

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The Opposite of Strong Isn’t Weak

The opposite of strong isn’t weak. It’s soft. Strong in your gut, soft in your heart. My (Facebook) friend – Courtney A. Walsh, Author and Empowerment Extraordinaire – has used the phrase “softstrong” enough times that it’s stuck with me, and I’ve spent a lot of time figuring out what it means to me. This morning I accompanied my mom to the veterinarian’s office with our cat, Bella, who had […]

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A Brief Note On Grief

It’s difficult seeing clearly when viewing life through the clouded eyes of grief. Whether you’ve lost a loved one recently or whether it’s been years or decades and the veil that’s clouding your vision still hasn’t lifted, perhaps it’s time to take matters into your own hands. External circumstances (i.e., death) put the veil in place; internal efforts are what lift it. At some point, you get used to grief. […]

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Joy In Every Journey

There is joy in every journey. It’s a blanket statement, and it’s true. Let me show you how. “Journey” contains the word “joy”, and, without scrambling the remaining letters, also contains the word “urne”, the Middle English equivalent of “urn”. The positioning of the words is where it gets interesting – “urn” is centered within the word “journey” surrounded always by “joy”. When I hear the word “urn” I think […]

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Making Memories Doesn’t End With Death

Have you ever noticed how many condolence cards talk about looking back on memories made…be thankful for the memories…hold on to the memories… Those cards don’t jive with me. There’s too much of a finality to the sentiment. He’s dead. I’m sorry. Happy memorializing. Period. Sign, stamp, send. Yes, I have memories of dad. And guess what? The memories didn’t end with his life. Five years ago my dad died […]

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