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Author: Sandra Bargman
Creativity Can Heal
Grieving is inevitable I’ve been thinking a lot about broken hearts recently. Whether it’s death by a thousand cuts over a long period of time or a dramatic, instantaneous loss, heart ache is pulsating in my awareness. Grieving is not a skill that society teaches or supports, particularly here in the Western world. In fact,…
Is Happiness Really A Choice?
“Happiness is a choice.” That is the quote I have as part of my email signature. It’s my quote; although I rest assured, I am not the first person to utter those words. I wish I had a buck for every time someone commented on that quote. I think happiness IS a choice. But I’m…
Up, Up, and Away to a New Paradigm
Up, Up, and Away to a New Paradigm Up, Up and Away In my beautiful balloon…would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon? We could float among the stars together, you and I For we can fly, we can fly… Remember that song? From The 5th Dimension, the ever cool and new age-y pop group from…
The Joyful Teachers
Today is the anniversary of my beloved Mother’s passing. It’s not an easy day for me… and this could very easily be a real downer for the topic of this article. But the truth is I see it a day to celebrate her life, and mine. I have also come to realize that by sharing…
Holy Paradox: Pour Me An Absolute!
I was recently visiting some old friends, whom I’d had not seen in quite a few years, in fact, long enough to be meeting their second child, now 5 years old, for the first time. Stuffed from a lazy, delicious brunch together at their home, I was putting my coat on to leave, and…
Is Happiness a Choice?
Is Happiness Really A Choice? “Happiness is a choice.” That is the quote I have as part of my email signature. It’s my quote; although I rest assured I am not the first person to utter those words. I wish I had a buck for every time someone commented on that quote. I think happiness…
A Lesson In Humility – Toot Your Own Horn
To Rich Givers What you give me I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendezvous with my poems, A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as journey through the States,– why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to advertise for them? For I myself am not…
