Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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Today, as I watched my son walk a few steps unsupported down the hallway of the home in which he lives independently, preparing to walk his bride to be down the aisle in a few months’ time, I was struck by an inspiration… not difficult when you are watching a miracle walking.

I asked him to write something for the blog. He agreed. I merely cut and paste.

Some who follow this blog will already know that on July 4th 2009 my son was left for dead in an alley, a screwdriver rammed through his skull and deep into his brain. He was not expected to survive, and when, remarkably, he did not die, the prognosis held no hope for his future given the extent of the brain damage.

His decision making capacity, intellect, behaviour, language centres and memory were the areas that took the direct damage. Secondary damage hit…

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I have always felt the words we choose to say, the ones we choose to withhold says more about us than the words themselves

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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Words matter to us. Those that are said, those that are not said. The precision of a phrase, the use of one word rather than another can make all the difference to how we feel about something or someone. Often they make even more difference to the way we feel about ourselves. Words can be a source of revelation or cause misunderstanding. They can give deep comfort and beauty and the lack of a word can cause just as great a pain as the wrong ones spoken. A thoughtless phrase thrown out in temper can stay with a child a lifetime, holding it back, just as the right words can inspire confidence. Yet most of the time we take them for granted and barely even notice them on a conscious level.

Yesterday a friend posted a story on Facebook. I have no idea whether or not it is true. I…

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Coco J. Ginger Says

You start in my heart, nostalgia carries you to brain, you fall into my blood, bursting through each vein, you seep into my muscles, bounce across my spine, you rush to my fingers where you most like to spend your time.
You pick up the pen for me,  push her against the page, you hate what’s pure, you crave the chaos, so you move my fingers like a train without lights rushing towards darkness. I let you ride, to fight you…is useless. I let you move inside me, creating your page with mayhem and confusion.
I’m fiery, but when you’re inside me
we are the electricity running New York City.
Pen to page, your heart inside my spine, creating rage, drawing out pain that couldn’t be saved, suffocating passions while exploiting hidden talents. This isn’t me writing, this is you, the passion that keeps you…

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Pocket Perspectives

An Irish blessing….

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An Irish blessing….a long ago gift from my aunt, a blessing that hangs above the bed, nestled warmly into a scarf, resting upon a textured tapestry of comfort…extending the wishes and blessings to all…loving kindness wishes….combining multiple traditions, numerous cultures, universal wishes…

May we all feel…
happy and contented,
healthy and strong,
safe and protected
and living with ease…

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May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand

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3/17/2013: link to St Patrick’s Day post, 2013, with different images with The Irish Blessing on them:  May the Road Rise to Meet You…. my father’s own Irish heritage

7/31/13: “May the Road Rise…

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Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always

Words by John Denver

Pocket Perspectives

I love the song “You Are My Sunshine”

you are my sunshine so much sunshine

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We might typically think of “you” as a certain person who brings us happiness. But “you,” the source of that “sunshine” or happiness,  could be so many other things. There are so many potential contributors to happiness and so many ways of nurturing and appreciating the many sources of this wonderful  “sunshine”…

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you are my sunshine so much sunshine in our lives each day

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To start each day with appreciation for the many aspects within and around us,
a Native American practice I just learned about called “The Five Huaqua,”
to stand and face each direction, while appreciating the essence of each direction,
a lovely “sunshine” practice to start each day

~you are my sunshine so much sunshine the five huaqua

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A precious source of sunshine…
the exquisite beauty of the Earth and Universe,
the beauty of nature,
and of all life on Earth

you are my sunshine beauty of earth and life

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The sunshine of people…
being with friends and family,
nurturing, appreciating, enjoying, encouraging,
expanding…

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