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Intensive Care
It is not lost on me, as I come to the crossroads in the corridor, that on the left is the NICU and to the right is the ward which contains my mother’s room. This floor of the hospital is a special place, maybe even a portal for souls, on the verge of life, and Read more
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Here We Are
Listening to Handel’s Messiah in mom’s room, at her bedside, in the hospital. What a moment to be alive. Here we are now, nothing else matters except this moment, and the hope of another moment with her, here, on this earth. Hoping that she hears these ancient notes and song and feels the spirit in Read more
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Wake Up
I hear someone talking. So very relaxed in my body. Down finally. You have to get up. Why, where am I? I thought I was about to meet Prince Harry, the new archetypal sensitive evolved man, perhaps, or maybe just because I have been wanting to read his book that I’ve been carrying about for Read more