Right before I went into the Labor and Delivery Room, my brother Mark texted me this message, “Remember this is a sacred moment. Open your heart and take this in.” And then, I walked into the room where my daughter-in-law Yoly was in labor. My son Tim and Yoly’s mother Wanda gave me a hug, I kissed Yoly’s forehead and we waited for the contractions to do their work to dilate the cervix.
This is the last of the three-part series about retirement.
This is the second of three blogs looking at opportunities for congregations to accompany those who are planning for and in the midst of retirement. The research..
This is the first of three blogs looking at opportunities for congregations to accompany those who are planning for and in the midst of retirement. Much of the research..
Opening Minds through Art is an evidenced, research-based program. It trains and pairs volunteers with residents living with dementia in order to empower the resident to..
Each morning my day begins with dogs and trees. Seven dogs, to precise, and a forest full of trees.
I opened the door to the room which should have been completely dark due to the late hour. Instead, I was struck by bright light coming through the window. I peered..
The term “sea change” is a metaphor. It describes dramatic, even cataclysmic, transformations of policies, practices, or perspective. We saw two sea changes on a Dolphin..
Gratitude The last week of September was the warm, sunny crown on a wonderful joy-filled summer. This season was the first time that I was not employed since my teen..
I’m tired! Are you? I’m tired of this new paradigm that shapes our lives, this global pandemic. It seems that just about everything has been changed a bit in light of..
