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There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. ~ Willa Cather (1873 – 1947) American Writer
A beautiful, quiet place to contemplate the meaning of life. Words, symbols, plants, flowers, birds all add meaning to the place where ones body ends up, and where life no longer has any meaning at all except to those who … Continue reading
Lilac bush in bloom. Butterflies ecstatic, So am I. I breathe in memories, walking to school, Red Deer Alberta, spring, freedom, happiness and laughter. 2020 Sharron R. McMillan
The human ability to make meaning is so versatile, so powerful, that it can make almost anything tolerable, so long as it’s woven into a bigger story that makes it meaningful. We need to reflect consciously on the ways we … Continue reading
It’s the frames which make some things important and some things forgotten. It’s all only frames from which the content rises. ~ Eve Babitz American writer
I don’t know if the cold kitchen has shocked it into producing but our little orange tree has flowers and oranges on it at the same time. Smells lovely and reminds me spring will come again.
Mother. Father. Child. Together. Alone. Guests who arrived had been invited by angels. Angels. And a star. Shepherds. Wise men. How simple it was, how thrilling. How lonely. Christmas. Family. Presents. And an unexpected sense of loneliness – We too … Continue reading
Contemplative practice, done over time, actually rewires our brains so that we can detach from our addictive patterns of thinking and feeling and our unworkable programs for happiness. Now many neuro scientists affirm such very real change and call it … Continue reading
Mindfulness changes the brain. . . How we pay attention promotes neural plasticity, the change of neural connections in response to experience. ~Psychiatrist and brain researcher Daniel J. Siegel in his book: “The Mindful Brain: Reflection and Attunement in the … Continue reading
I place another dry fir log onto hot coals in the wood stove, I am warmed and filled with thankfulness for a tree once dead and seemingly useless that fell one windy night across our power lines. Hydro was there … Continue reading
So many rememberings. . . they crowd in and push at each other like shoppers at sales tables. Let them pass, there’s nothing there I need to hang onto. ©1994 Sharron R. McMillan
Where dark memories paralyze and drain, where what if replaces why not and can’t becomes the chant in tired brain. Don’t go there. Close the negative emulation, turn off the loudest incantation. Find one thought of positive vibration and go … Continue reading
Memories of Tigger intruded our walk through the trails today. She used to sit, just so, staring off intently at something out there.