The salty wind whipped through my hair and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore were the lullabies of my childhood.
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Piece by piece – When the Picture Emerges
Looking back at my life this time, I realized that my dream had come true. I was working with Native American children and sharing my passion and skills with them. I was making a difference in their lives, and they were making a difference in mine.
It’s Okay Now to Remember Our Stories
I learned today to look backward with my eyes and see what was behind me. (No turning your eyes – just look from within). It’s okay to remember what those shattered pieces of our stories are. Hold them close to your heart and thank them for the lessons you learned as you grew your soul.
LAST LETTER HOME
In my new book, When Spirits Speak: A Gathering of Heroes – Stories of U.S. Soldiers – The Cost of Freedom (2nd Edition – 10th Anniversary) several of the soldiers spoke about writing their last letter home.
“THAT DAY …”
We have all done it, right? Saved some memory, a piece of clothing, a picture, some dish(es) that caught our eyes at the store last week for “that day.” That day, we visualize in the future with perhaps only ourselves in it, doing something that we have longed to do if we were unencumbered and able to do make it happen.
At Waters Edge
Have you ever wondered what happens to a lost love? Have you ever wanted to find a way to reconnect with them years later? Would they be the same as you had known them or would you find they had changed?
