Life itself is terminal, at least in this physical plane. I don’t believe that life ever literally ends; rather, I understand our passing from this life to the next as a terminal point, a time of transition leading to transformation, a death from the old to a life anew. A continuation that goes on for
There is not one of us who is better than the worst we see in others. The immigrant? He is all of us. The criminal? She too. Gay? Jew? Black? Muslim? Christian? Atheist? (the list goes on) We are all them and every one of them is us. With every bit of bashing and bigotry
I have eczema. It rarely rears up but the telltale signs came at the beginning of the year — last time was 6 or 7 years ago. I pulled out my arsenal of cremes, oils, salves, and homemade preparations right away — neem, calendula, tea tree, raw honey, and witch hazel, added to my usual