Being in Life
From retirement to rebirth, this is a physician's journey of self discovery to truly living in the flow of life.
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When Ordinary Moments Bring Aliveness (opens the original)
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It was 6:43 pm when we finished dinner. The sky looked like an artist’s canvas splashed with red, orange, and yellow paint. The family wanted to enjoy the glorious sunset outdoors.As we were getting out of the door, Maddox, my 6-year-old grandson, grabbed my right upper arm and said, “Ah Mah, why is your arm so squishy?”“Because I am old,” I responded, and proceeded to chuckle hysterically until tears rolled down my cheeks—tears from hearing the innocent truth from a child who loved me without j
Returning to Love (opens the original)
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Rain had been forecast, so I left early for the sixty-three-mile drive to Brenham to attend my friend Raul’s son’s memorial service. Fifteen minutes after leaving home, the sky turned charcoal gray. Rain came down in sheets until I could barely see fifty yards ahead. Cars began pulling onto the shoulder. Still, I kept driving. “Stay focused, Nel”, I told myself. “Drive carefully. You have to make it. Your friend needs you.”I drove at a snail’s pace, my body gripped with tension and fear. My jaw
You're Invited: A Thoughtful Lunch & Conversation (opens the original)
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Dear Friends,I would be delighted if you would join me for a nourishing lunch and heartfelt conversation on Thursday, Sept 17, at 11:30 AM at Govinda’s Vegetarian Cuisine (West 34th St., Houston, TX 77018).Our conversation theme will be:Know Yourself for Better HealthWhen it comes to our health, we are often encouraged to ask, “What should I do?” But how often do we pause to ask, “What do I want?”A diagnosis, a frightening test result, or fear of what might happen can quickly move us into action
The Ordinary Holiness of Loving (opens the original)
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On a dull, gray Sunday morning, I visited my 92-year-old friend, Sam, who had been admitted to a rehabilitation hospital following a fall at home. He had suffered a scalp laceration, a large bruise on his left forehead, and a sprained right ankle.I found him lying in bed with his eyes closed in his single room. An untouched breakfast tray rested on a roll-away table nearby.“Good morning, Sam,” I said softly, reaching out to hold his left hand.He opened his eyes wide, clasped my hand tightly, and
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