Racial Grief : Reflections
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I am not sure what has instigated this current need of mine to scrutinize, when and why, I offer consolation. Possibly the stage of life
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: Mended Wings, Brokenness and Inspiration When a child is deprived of basic
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This time may conjure up an earlier naive self. The one who still hopes this time will be all one could wish for. Take care
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I took this photo of a mural I came across while wandering in the Mission in San Francisco some years ago. It still knocks my
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Group Sandplay Process: Saying goodbye is never easy, if it is a real goodbye. Every goodbye echoes former losses. A cherished member of the ongoing
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The last post I referred to a poem about one of the many night stars being brought down into the depth of the dark to
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One night I was wishing things over. Then, thought there were too many stars in the sky and not enough light down under, in the
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Often patients come to me worried about the turmoil of the world. It seems like there is less illusion of security. So how do we
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“Everybody here Is infirm. Everybody here is infirm. Oh. Mend me. Mend me. Lord.Today I Say to them Say to them say to them, Lord: