On page 219 with a page title of "The Storm" in a book my dear friend Ann Wilson read (I have to ask her the title again), was a passage that she felt so strongly about...enough so that she carries it in her wallet. We had breakfast together last week and she shared it with me and now I am sharing it with you. "GRIEF IS A POWERFUL RIVER in flood. It cannot be argued or reasoned or wrestled down to an insignificant trickle. You must let it take you where it is going. When it

It is fascinating to see bridges that are basically made of wire provide the necessary support to heavy vehicles that constantly cross over it...especially since the bridge is made of heavy concrete too. Grief support feels like that sometimes. "There is no sadness without great love." My son's birthday was last week. It is strange but true that I miss him more now than ever. I always think of what he would have been like as a young man had he survived. What would he be doin

I love to walk along the beach. It calms me and brings me a sense of comfort and awe. Just looking at the ocean or mountains or nature shows me the power of God. Words have power too. As a writer/author I know how words affect me. I cried in church this morning...again. I usually tear up when we sing The Queen's Prayer written by Queen Lili'uokalani. She wrote it while she was imprisoned in her home by the haole (not a derogatory meaning here) businessmen and religious lead