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Olfactory Essentials Posted in: Uncategorized

Olfactory Essentials Dee Heffernan I grab my utility knife to cut the tape that seals the bright blended aroma of essential oils within the cardboard box that contains my goodies. A hodgepodge of lotions and soaps, body scrubs, and facial cleansers – a monthly-or-so supply of personal care products that come straight from the factory. Sometimes this box contains a birthday present or article of clothing that my mom remembered she forgot to send for…

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The Beholder Posted in: Uncategorized

The Beholder A realm of my own A castle called home I’ve been searching so long For a room filled with gold – My very own throne. Nowhere to be found, I turn my eyes down And watch as tears hit the ground. Hit the ground. Hit the ground. Pound the pavement. Hit the ground. Tired, and worn, I hit the ground. At the shore, I wait for a wave small enough to ride, but…

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What Can We Do? Posted in: Lifestyle, Mindful Meditations, Poetry, Uncategorized

What Can we do? We can hide from our shadows and snuff out our splendor. We can avoid the lonely confrontation of transformation. We can bury our feelings one choked-back tear at a time. One self-sabotoging fear at a time. We can mutter our woes and pledge allegiance to our martydom, wearing our futility like a purple heart. And we can expect that that they’ll notice our new hair cut, that the handyman will show…

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The Invitation Posted in: Be Well., Mindful Meditations, Poetry

  The Invitation Here I am, at last, my feet liberated from the rigid plastic straps that limit their stride. The pillowy dunes greet my toes with a silky embrace that softens my mood and slows my pace— urging me to take it all in. I am greeted by the roaring hush of the ocean and as I gaze out to the horizon, I too am endless. I am I am I am agree the…

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What you are given Posted in: Be Well., Mindful Meditations, Poetry

What you are given is not what you can take.

You may cherish it, put it on a shelf. Take out an insurance policy for it. It goes in an expensive cabinet, the nicest piece in your home. Where no dust settles. Only perfect possession.

When no one is watching, you may open the cabinet, breathe in the aroma of stain and candelabra. Reach your hand into the stale, pure space, and place a finger on that which was given. Keep an eye on the door. Do not admire it too much, because they’ll be back any minute. Your wish is their weapon.

What you are given is a loan you must repay with the compounding interest of your psyche, self-assuredness, stability, and longing for something that is truly yours.

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Heaven To Me Posted in: Be Well., Mindful Meditations, Poetry

Heaven to Me First of all, I don’t believe in heaven.  I’ve always despised the concept, even in metaphor.  It’s just too burdensome anymore.  What’s the point?  SO that one day I can wait in line at the pearly gates of judgement, paying for my first class ticket to the rainbow-pierced cloud of my choice so that I might rest in peace for eternity?  Forever? And ever? And ever? And ever? Never ending?   I sure…

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One. Posted in: Be Well., Lifestyle

At Stono Creek we believe in unity and in holding each other up. We care deeply about you – and we want you to know that we see you. We see your uniqueness. We see your effort. We see your compassion. We see your love. We see your concern. We see your frustration. And we see your pride. We are living in an historic moment that will not soon be forgotten, and we owe it…

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In this together Posted in: Uncategorized

We are as much in this together as we are in this alone. For the first time in our lifetime, we are all being asked to stay put. Contrary to the conditioning of our upbringings, we are not being asked to race to the finish line. 8AM to 5PM, weekends, Holidays, “bank” holidays, recitals, practices, tournaments, conference rooms, traffic. These all seem but fragments of a distant past. We are being told to stay put.…

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