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How are you doing, Mr. ALS?

How are you doing, Mr. ALS?

I have lived and worked and raised my children in the same small city for the last 23 years.  I cannot go anywhere without bumping into someone I know.  Now that Mr. ALS is a constant companion, he gets introduced or re-introduced like you might introduce your grown...

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Home again

Home again

I woke up this morning in my own bed.  A pileated woodpecker, rapping on the side of our log cabin, drew me from a restful slumber that had spanned nearly 12 hours.  We arrived home late last night, having driven all the way from Boston, closing out a steady stream of...

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Turbocharged Living

Turbocharged Living

This weekend I attended the kickoff for the Second Annual Blue Ridge Ride to Defeat ALS at the Pro Re Nata brewery in Crozet.  Riders take off at 7 am on May 13th from the brewery.  Three choices for distance means there will be a perfect route for all comers.  Last...

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Traveling with Mr. ALS

Traveling with Mr. ALS

I don’t go anywhere these days without Mr. ALS. Not the grocery store. Not the swimming pool or locker room at the YMCA. Not even to the mailbox at the end of our driveway. Mr. ALS is like the awkward kid at summer camp who has yet to learn how to give it a rest. Last...

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Advent angels

Advent angels

The liturgical season of Advent has long been my favorite time of the church year. As a child I enjoyed the urgency and drama of Mary and Joseph needing a place to have their baby, and ending up in a stable. Of course, I didn't meet my first lamb or cow until I was...

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Adapting

Adapting

Have you ever stumbled on a wooded path in autumn?  The brightly colored leaves begin to obscure the well-worn trail, and the abundant acorns act like mini-rollers underfoot, making conditions ripe for an awkward misstep. I went down today; tumbled right off the...

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Dancing trees

Dancing trees

I look forward to my daily morning contemplation.  A cup of coffee in a favorite mug.  DeltaMae at my feet.  And a sweet bit of time to embody stillness, silence, solitude, and an open heart I call space.   Each morning's experience is unique.  Many mornings...

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