French la Vie

              Where does one begin… My father asked me, "What should I do? What would you do Corey?" The words that came from my heart ached…

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                    Thank you for the generous outpouring of love, affection and prayers that many of you have offered my family and myself. I am…

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We are like a crystal suspended by a silver thread, a strong arm, and with a soul… floating in the universe. Reflecting light, holding light and as the Light passes…

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                    Applying Healing Balm Standing at my father’s bedside I often imagine the *prayers being sent. I imagine them floating above him waiting to…

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My friend Shelley who has ALS knows what it means to fight for her life. She is of sound mind, and though her body is beautiful and young, she cannot…

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As I witness life with my hands tied behind my back and my heart pounding loudly and echoing off the canyon’s wall… I am not afraid but wearing thin. As…

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  In the painting above the young woman holds a mirror behind herself as she gazes into the future, in doing so she places her hand to her heart. She…

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Rain, sun, earth, seed, root, stem, flower, fallen petal…          We are one and the same at different moments throughout the day.

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Unlike the other days were I held back my tears, I cried. I couldn’t hold back, fatigue reigned. In Portuguese he begged me over and over again, "Non chora." Then…

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