Call. Hear. See. Know.

Let us raise our heads in recognition of your echoing voice, faint though it may be.
Let us hear!
Let us find you in the unexpected mysteries of creation and discover you are near.
Let us know your gentle whisper and word of love.
Let us hear!

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Have You Been Seen?

 An empty chair opposite her invites people to sit also. As they do, they stare into the eyes of a stranger with what often begins as an awkward shuffling in the chair. Gradually, this inward squirm adjusts to the bizarre and foreign nature of the situation. Slowly, but surely, if the person allows it, they become seen. Their walls fall and defences peel from their skin as they let the moment embrace them.

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By George, those biceps could lift anything!!

When Dad died, it was like a series of tiny moments running into each other, yet all so distinct. I was SO aware of living in the face of death. There is something precious about this. I feel we often walk around our little planets only half alive, slumbering at the bottom of an ocean of great expanse. If Dad could give me anything in his process of dying, it was actually an awareness of life. An awareness of the huge meaning of tiny moments. The significance of my actions and word. That regardless of reality, we have the power to bring life or death by how we choose to exist.

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DEATH, THOU SHALT DIE

I was overcome at the moment of Dad’s last breath. Overcome with something so profound and surprising. The words that came from my mouth were the last things one would cognitively say at that moment. The words that bubbled forth amidst the tears were, “You just won Dad, you just won.”

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