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Writing Your Spiritual Journey, Wildacres Retreat Center September 26 - September 29, 2019

If you are curious about your spiritual path, join us to explore the holiness of the ordinary in our lives. Perhaps you seek continuity between your inner world and the outer world, between your past self and who you are now, or between what you claim to believe and how you live. Perhaps you sense a power beyond you that gives greater meaning to your life. Perhaps your life is shifting in focus and intention. It is with curiosity and an eye to the sacred that we write and share our stories from Thursday night through Sunday morning at beautiful and welcoming Wildacres Retreat Center in Little Switzerland, NC [www.wildacres.org].
Contact Kathleen at krmt1923@gmail.com for more information.
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

New Life



Perhaps you know that I did not drive for a year and gave up walking for exercise for even longer. I call that time alone in my chair waiting for healing my sitting time. I did not know if I would be able to be out and about on my own again, ever.  Good news! In the last two weeks, I drove nearly 1400 miles between Charlotte, Durham and Wildacres Retreat Center. By myself with no other driver!  This was a huge accomplishment that calls for celebration. . . except there is more! Two weeks ago our family added another precious child, a girl who has already touched my heart and spirit. Her twin siblings and parents are thrilled to welcome her into their family.  As Bah, her grandmother, I marvel at her very presence and her incredible power and strength. Watching her grow delights me already.



Her great-grandfather spent his last days with us last fall and died in mid October. He knew she was coming and took comfort in the knowledge that the legacy of love he and his wife created will continue and expand.  His time with us was beautiful, sweet and too short for us but just right for him. Hospice guided our last days together. My office flooded on Thanksgiving, Christmas is a blur, our father’s home sold in 8 days in January, February we cleaned out the house and sent the family treasures to six homes in four towns in two states. In March we watched movers bring furniture and household goods into our home and spent hours integrating the family pieces with our own. Our granddaughter arrived in late April.  So here I am in May, office now a studio, new china cabinets to hold beloved antique dishes, driving on my own, dreaming about a baby’s future and celebrating new life in every way.