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Poem: What I See With My Eyes Before Me

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What I See With My Eyes Before Me What I see with my eyes before me, I see me, Between the trees Staring out at me Begging me to please just be Put away my crazy desires and bigger than life aspirations See me peaking out Ready to seize the day  By just being me in all my glory and my foibles Seeing me clearly and truly Loving me with soft wide eyes Peaking out at me Asking me to be. . . me My soothing words of wisdom from last week are about the things you do not like about yourself:

In the Meantime: "Insignificant Moments"

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Recently I met a friend for lunch, and we were talking about our different projects. As we were sharing, I realized something I had yet to have expressed, even to myself, regarding this magic period of time, in the meantime. I realized that when we say, IN THE MEANTIME, we speak of it as a throwaway time period. It seems to me that we speak of it in the same throwaway way as we might say, whatever, or but. We don’t count that time as having importance. It is almost as if it doesn’t exist. In the meantime is a transitional period of time in which the little pieces of life come together. If we really think about it, many parts of our days and weeks involve what we may term, in the meantime. I could say something like, I am writing a book, and in the meantime, I... Or we could say, I am getting ready for work, and in the meantime, I... Or we could say, I am getting ready to go to the store, or to cook something, and/or until I go, there is a period of time w

Poem: Fall Promises 🍁🍂

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Fall Promises It was an unusually warm fall. Summers’ days lingered quietly protesting Fall's progress. Trees stayed leafy green, with just a topping of Fall’s colors making a muted display. Only the birds knew it was fall. Where are the birds, are they silently tucked away for the coming winter? I sit patiently waiting for the bird’s morning calls as I stand on my back porch. I sit listening and watching for the bird’s calls by my morning window shrouded by trees. I watch as an occasional bird makes its more subdued presence known, flying by. Winter is coming, they are saying as they make their winter nests. Squirrels flit by, playing and mating and searching and digging and climbing. I look upwards and see a squirrel in his nest high upon a tree. Cooler breezes suddenly pop in bringing a refreshing change to the malingering heat. Fall’s promises are coming at last. The bird’s know what time it is; the birds know.

There Is A Season

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Fall is fast approaching and with that comes much-needed relief from the heat of the summer as well as the anticipation of the beautiful fall colors permeating our natural world. Orange, red, yellow, and brown will soon color our lives with vibrancy. I think of crisp fall apples, bright orange pumpkins, cooler breezes, and yellow and red leaves waving in the wind. As long as I have been a practicing Chiropractic physician I have flown solo. There is a season for everything, and I have found a lovely young woman who will be working in my office. You might see her around. Her name is Dr. Nikki Nienhaus. She is sharing my office and building her own practice. At the same time she is available to see you in times where I am too busy to see you in a timely fashion, and of course, when I am on vacation, so as you might need more continued care, your care doesn’t have to be interrupted. She has her own unique style of working, knows a lot about nutrition and nutritional testing for

In the Meantime: Significant Gaps

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When I was growing up, I was very close to my cousin. We are one year apart in age and he and his sister, my other cousin lived in Chicago, and we lived in St. Louis. I thought he was amusing, he still is, and I enjoyed his company immensely. One of the fun things we liked to do together was to play ping pong. My parents had a ping pong table in our basement, and he and I would go down to play for long periods of time. Sometimes we would start playing a different kind of game where we would hit the ball back and forth over the net and see how many times we could hit the ball without missing. I remember we would get on a roll and couldn’t miss so we would turn in circles and hit the ball and still keep on going. Now we didn’t spike the ball; we were hitting it back and forth fairly easily. Once we hit the ball over two thousand times before one of us missed. That was the silly kinds of things we would do together. His sister and I didn’t get along as well, and in fact, she had t

Poem: And The Sun Still Shines

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Poem: And The Sun Still Shines I woke up this morning, and the sun was still rising in the sky And my dog was still licking my toes and shaking her ears And the birds were still nipping about on my deck looking for remnants of seed And the insects were buzzing about And my friend the spider was still by my front door weaving his web And the squirrels were still scurrying and jumping from tree branch to tree branch And the sun was still rising and shining down on us sending us light throughout our day And yet there are lies and deceit and war and anger and rage and fear and hatred and inequality and poverty and ignorance and denial and greed; in our world and in us And the sun was still shining  Reminding us of our moral compass Reminding us that life goes on Showing us the way and the way to our hearts Guiding us and inviting us to live And the sun shines on… My soothing words of wisdom for the week is about when you say, "I have to let

In the Meantime: Periods of Time

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I was speaking with a friend who was talking about a dynamic she experiences periodically that I had not previously thought about in regards to the in the meantime phenomenon. This is in regards to a time period experience. We were talking about busy time periods and then empty time periods. This particular person can dread busy time periods, yet she also feels a sense of accomplishment during them. When they are over and the following period ensues where it is a relatively fallow time, she feels one of lost and down and sensitive. Then she feels like she can't wait until things get busier again. I was thinking about this and realized this also describes one of those times when we are in the middle of a type of waiting mode... waiting until the next busy period resumes. What a fertile time to explore the feelings that come up along with feeling lost. It makes me think of a time of exploring our identity. Are we what we do, are we who we are, and who are we without doing? It be