We needed help and we were far from home. The kindness of strangers made it a memorable experience.

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.

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.

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.

Old family pictures warm my heart but at the same time give me a sense of loss for good times now gone.

Since the insurrection, I have had increased anxiety, a sort of alertness to danger, a feeling that I need to be vigilant. How about you?

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.