Entries tagged with “Our Community Journal”
What does a meaningful friendship look like and do you value it when it comes along?
We needed a miracle, and received one...
In the summer of 2002 we invited our readers to take two leaps of faith — first by writing a personal essay, and then by letting us read it. We received many wonderful entries. Here’s one of our favorites.
Now the cue for this parable: the crusty hot Cuban bread is placed to the left of every guest . . .
When our inner critic oversteps its bounds, pause with true reflection and rest in your radiance.
How quickly a change in perspective can dramatically alter what you see.
The lumberjack of a stranger and I embraced like old friends after a long absence. His awkward smile mirrored mine as we released each other, but I was surprised by my sense of euphoria.
The shop owner motioned toward the back of the shop.
A retired English teacher's touching, and timely, memory of his mother's kindness.
I picked up my mother early on an April morning last year to begin her birthday celebration. She was ready and waiting dressed in a gay blue-green polyester blouse with neat …
Reflections on the journey of our feet
If he knows our needs before we ask, why then should we ask?
"With the snow falling and wind howling, I stand up with certainty and clarity. I meet myself on top of the mountain. I celebrate the energy of my life."
One woman's journey with Rheumatoid Arthritis has served as a spiritual blessing and teacher.
Exploring the Healing Energies of Music
On being “an advocate, an activist for the expression of Love in all its forms . . .”
When we have walked in darkness for so long, we are sometimes allowed to step into a parallel world.
Sometimes by doing nothing, we can be everything.
One rather innocuous experience delivered the most exhilarating, victorious, and perfect moments of my life.
What does it mean to be a good friend? What would that feel like? How beneficial self-compassion can become.
The truth? Yes. That is what I believe is the magic of writing, what makes it a healing art — when we know ourselves with such intimacy and candor, we may flinch, but we do not run.