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    9/11 A Communion Love Story

    For many of us who were there that day, we can close our eyes and imagine seeing the bright blueness of the sky, feeling the cool breeze, and sniffing the last bit of fresh fall air. For at least one month after the planes hit the Towers, the only smell in Manhattan was a smoldering burn we breathed in day and night. As I settled into work, fellow colleagues started to shriek and cry as we began to hear the…

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    I know the answer

    but I don’t know how to get there. I know the answer to my darkness, my fear, my grief, everything is love. And I will never be able to love others…

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    The Scent that Never Fades

    “Sir, there is nothing more you can do here. Your wife is gone. But here is what you can do,” the nurse said, “I want you to go home and gather…

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    Turning Toward Emptiness

    In turning toward emptiness my life begins to take a new shape. My first art class I was a freshman in high school. I loved my art teacher – also a…

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    Mums, Mom, and Helen Reddy

    My brother David brought me the two most beautiful potted mums this fall – one bright yellow and the other deep red. Watering one day I noticed one small flower “that…

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    Loving My Neighbors

    After the Orlando shooting, I noticed my neighbors a few streets over had a large rainbow flag hanging from their porch. I don’t really know them, but I did recall briefly chatting…