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Pathways Center for Grief & Loss Workshop

Finding Strength From Your Whispers Perhaps you have a friend or a loved one who has suffered a loss. It is a lonely, difficult time. I know. When I discovered my whispers after the death of my [...]

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York Pathways Center for Grief & Loss Workshop

Finding Strength From Your Whispers  Perhaps you have a friend or a loved one who has suffered a loss. It is a lonely, difficult time. I know. When I discovered my whispers after the death of my [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Forty-one

One shell supported another. The bigger shell lifted up the smaller and they fused together as one. United, they faced the force of the waves.  Ocean Whisper: When my knees start to buckle, I [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-eight

The two hinged sides of the small bivalve rested in an open position on the sand. Connected by a moist ligament, her identical shells faced one another. Even though her tenant vacated its home, [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-one

I rely on others for comfort in times of need. In turn, I try to offer supportive words when I can. However, sometimes I fall short. But my priority is to show up. Ocean Whisper: When I [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty

Just like the tides, there is an ebb and flow to life. Summer provides more daylight and less darkness. But that does not mean there are not moments in the shadows.  Ocean Whisper: When my life [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-nine

There is a reason why my footprints dwell behind me on my morning walks. They tag where I have tread. Ahead of me, the damp sand is vast and untouched. The coastline represents the potential of [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-eight

I picked up the surviving sliver and asked, “Where are the other pieces?” I was once broken too. Loss separated me from the life I had with another. I turned inward. There, a little [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Seventeen

Sometimes I have to remind myself that after a dark night, the sun will dutifully rise to spread the warmth of its morning light. Ocean Whisper: Deep within the darkness, a flicker of light waits.

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The Daily Shell: Shell Number Eleven

We looked at each other in the morning sun light. And then we went home together. Ocean Whisper: Each relationship begins with a first glance.