Recently I experienced a rather nasty earthquake which has left this question playing on my mind. Well, television, for one. What could possibly go wrong? .

Share because sharing is fun! August 11, 2015. My hosta have turned into cannibals and swallowed up the tulip bulbs. The clematis on one side of my shed door blooms every year while the one on the other side withers and dies.

A SERENDIPITOUS PHOTO STORY PROMPT. I WOULD RATHER BE A TREE. Are you a collector of anything? I am a collector of everything. Dolls, Native American jewelry, fetishes, and pottery. What is your biggest fear or phobia? And I.

A Swan Glides Beneath My Feet. A Trumpeter Swan glides effortlessly through the reflections of power lines on a still reservoir in Yorktown Heights, New York. 8220;True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice. 8220;Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.

Nor can we post the thank you notes we receive from patients. The group I work for has made all of the physician reviews we receive through Press-Ganey visible to the public now online, thinking th.

Let us change the world. List over small things you can do for others. List over small things you can do to help others. Why not just embrace your shake? Post traumatic stress Disorder. Treatment for mind and body. Originally posted on Rudy Oldeschulte. Kindness has become our forbidden pleasure. Book by Adam Phillips and Barbara Taylor.

The Winged Woman My simple journey. Crawl quietly back into bed. Pull the covers over my head. As soon as possible, take a bow. Breathe to release the energy. Weave and mend the web of life. Summon courage to end strife. The bleak darkness of depression has become my steady companion again. I have tried to shake it.

There is no excuse or specific reason for my absence. But now I am back. This is an amazing campaign being set up by a fellow blogger. If you can help, please do.