Tag: inspiration
member name: Cyndie G.
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August 12, 2008 09:04 AM EDT --
My God-daughter, Amber dreams of being a pharmacist. Measuring medications, wearing white lab coats and helping people, pharmacists earned her respect and admiration. Now they have . . .
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August 17, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
Secret me away
In the heart of wilderness --
Reflections of hope.
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July 25, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Refreshing the soul,
a fluttering butterfly
lit among beauty.
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July 18, 2008 10:34 PM EDT --
Step up.
Keeping walking forward;
Others have done the same,
Their hearts heavy,
Their footsteps deep.
Move on.
Ascend toward your dreams,
One . . .
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July 21, 2008 07:46 PM EDT --
I need a vacation. I need to get away from this stuff in my life. Perhaps if I went somewhere else, I could see more clearly and think more reasonably. I need to get away from real life for . . .
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July 10, 2008 12:38 PM EDT --
Green path--
bamboo garden
offering still moments,
verdant thoughts nourishing the soul
to peace.
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June 29, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
C ompassion is a virtue, which we are endowed with, but like so many other precious aspects of ourselves, we tend to use it sparingly, as if the well might run dry someday. But, just like . . .
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July 16, 2008 02:20 PM EDT --
It may be difficult to imagine now, but when I was a child in the late 60's, there were no fences in our South Texas neighborhood. As children, we could play, running wildly from yard . . .
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July 14, 2008 12:07 PM EDT --
I am a member of National Family Caregivers Association. Having been a caregiver for over six years, I understand there is much to be done in providing support to those who provide . . .
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July 10, 2008 12:17 PM EDT --
I'm primarily known as a historian who writes researched based articles for journals, presentations and conferences. However, I have a lighter side and enjoy exploring the more . . .
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July 07, 2008 11:19 AM EDT --
Sometimes, it's easy to lose sight of the beauty around us. The world may not seem like such a bright and beautiful place. The responsibility of caregiving is enormous and . . .
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July 11, 2008 09:02 PM EDT --
I know this place. The temperature is soaring, fueling my fever and provoking the ache of loss. A wind from the southwest lazily taunts tall pine trees, causing . . .
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July 22, 2008 11:23 AM EDT --
"How can I go on?" I ask myself. The pain is unbearable. I feel numb and confused. I feel like someone tore a hole in my soul and it will never be the same again. . . .
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February 27, 2009 08:19 PM EST --
I spent Thanksgiving in the hospital. I laid in the little bed in Spohn Memorial looking at pins holding my wrist to my arm. A deep gash under my left arm and one on my left leg were bandaged . . .
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September 24, 2008 09:19 PM EDT --
The Piper in my Den
Cyndie Goins Hoelscher
A clipped version of Stairway to Heaven catches my attention. Sighing, I put down my pen and glance at the number brazenly displayed on my pink razor . . .
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July 01, 2008 06:54 AM EDT --
The garden in our soul is a perpetual garden, which is available to us at any moment in time. On a particularly dreary winter day, I can visit the garden within and find it blooming in . . .
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July 02, 2008 11:11 AM EDT --
One October day, a dear friend of mine invited me to her small country home for tea. As she approaches the age of 85, I marvel at Estelle's gentle ways and, more importantly, her . . .
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July 27, 2009 03:55 PM EDT --
I envisioned the train wreck before it happened. On a clear day on one of the endless summers without rain, my thoughts happened on the way things could be, would be, sometime in the not-so distant . . .
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June 30, 2008 07:43 AM EDT --
As children, we rely on our parents or guardians to care for us. We are unable to sustain ourselves or be independent. We espouse immature ideals and depend upon our elders to keep . . .
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July 27, 2009 01:39 PM EDT --
I envisioned the train wreck before it happened. On a clear day on one of the endless summers without rain, my thoughts happened on the way things could be, would be, sometime in the not-so distant . . .
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