the ocean waves, the sound of children playing, rain, my cat purring

I can honor the tenderness in me by acknowledging it in others.

The sky – especially at dawn and sunset but often throughout the day as well – it is new art changing constantly!

Make time for silence. God whispers and the world is loud.

Beautiful, thank you1

I call them “magic moments “- the times in my work or life when I become aware ( feel the wonder) of the fragility and the strength that is that thread of life. I am a hospice nurse, and have had the honor and of being witness and filled with wonder regularly to this truth. The author has described this so beautifully.

So often, probably daily; this would be great to track with my gratitude journal; often its no more than locking eyes and smiling; kindness goes along way and we all need it.

Let’s see, yesterday after participating with my team in an informal talk, someone pointed out out how my part had helped them and I needed that as well!

I have made a practice of coming to this site each morning and came across your beautiful writing just now. What a gift to be able put this in words – thank you so much. I have lost my husband as well and I am a Hospice nurse and a regular witness to this journey – I am grateful every day for the privilege to be present for others at this time and awed by the power and grace of love. thank you again, Nancy

beautiful!