Reflecting on the people who shaped my life, I am always thankful.

We have been giving away some of the older things in our possession. It's a real pleasure.

Lately I had opportunity to be a caregiver, to show up, do a necessary task, an errand, or just talk, and give encouragement to someone.

I love the sweet smells of Christmas, the glow of candles, but Christmas is a gritty story about real people in a tough, miserable spot.

When I am tempted to feel sorry for myself, it can dominate my mind. But when I consider the people who have blessed me I am so grateful!

Life is more meaningful when we take the effort to connect with people; and especially with some whose health is limiting their freedom.

I wrote my book to empower people to help friends or neighbors in trouble, but COVID prevented me from promote it. Everything stopped!

Nature seems often wasteful, with seeds scattered everywhere. But maybe that teaches us something about how to live freely, as well.

Yesterday when I was in the shower, I was surprised to see the number of items on the shelf -- ten bottles and tubes . . .

Remembering people who have blessed you in the past is a wonderful way to overcome depression with gratitude.

I miss seeing people at the wellness center. We are suffering the loss of many ways people get together for the important events of life.

In springtime, we relish the revival of life, the buds, the leaves, the bird songs, the croak of frogs, the flying V’s of geese overhead.

Science never seems to address the most tender gaps in our human story, the gaps that occur in our relationships, and in our own morality.

This morning, at 7:00, I saw four ducks swim by our dock in the open water left where the ice had already retreated.

Our friend is 100 years old and this unique man continues to live a full life, bringing smiles to each person he meets.

Caregiving is a way to show love and concern, but we all need some way to restore our energy and give us time to be refreshed.