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The trees teach us
I sat in the massage room with my therapist, Melanie. She studies me as we talked. “What are we working on today, Ma’am?” “You know, back, neck…the usual stress areas.” “How’s your hands?” “My hands?” Melanie smiled sweetly. “Yes, you have clenched fists today. Our hands hold emotions, grief, and they tell a story.” I…
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Zorro, full of life and wearing a black bandit mask, rescued us in 2011. Over a decade of doing life together, he filled spaces in our hearts with love—places we didn’t know that needed tender loving care. So as Zorro’s hips began to weaken over the past few months, David and I honored him each…
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