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An Image of Dying
217. An Image of Dying I just came upon this poem by Henry van Dyke that I had not seen before. I like the image. — Gone from My Sight — I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her…
More Journal Conclusions
216. More Journal Conclusions As I have continued to go through journals, shredding most of them, I’ve noticed three things. I notice how hard I was working to figure myself out and make changes that would help me be happier and help me be…
My Own Cheering Section
215. My Own Cheering Section I was driving by myself to a home in New Jersey late at night. I had never been there before and knew it would be hard to read directions in the dark car. So I put the directions on…
Pick Up Your Arm
214. Pick Up Your Arm Years ago when I was into cooperative games and what I would call insight exercises, I came upon one that I think about every so often. You put your arm down in front of you on a table. Now…
Excellance!
213. Excellance!!! Three days ago I made a visit to Grammy’s Chocolate and Fudge Parlor in Augusta, New Jersry. I’ve never been to such an establishment and as I entered the store I was met by the almost overwhelming aroma of chocolate! The chocolatier…
I Have a Dream
212. I Have a Dream In the period of time that I worked in the American Baptist Church in Nyack as their lay pastor, that church also housed the Montessori School. Around the time of Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, I saw posters all…
The Prayer of a Child
211. The Prayer of a Child In 1969 or 1970 I became a part of a group called the Martin Luther King Singers. It was established not too long after the death of King. And it began as a group that would do a…
Strange and Reassuring
210. Strange and Reassuring I went to a workshop just outside of Boston years ago. It was titled “Death and Dying.” The most astounding piece of it, and consequently the part that I remember was the exercise in dying. We were all seated on…
Therapy and Good Things
209. Therapy and Good Things Sometimes it has felt to me that in therapy there is a focus on the things that went wrong in your life, and on the bad things that happened. I have come to believe that often it is important…
Therapy and Change
208. Therapy and Change My work with therapists had its beginnings in Nashville. I went to see the pastor of our church, just to talk about some of my frustrations—Nelson traveling, four children under six. At some point, he said, “What do you want?”…
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Daybook of Personal Faith
Mama and Me
