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Decoding Negative Thoughts
Intrusive negative thoughts can be reinterpreted. Those voices are not our friends, and not necessarily our enemies, but rather harsh messengers, trying to deliver information. People respond to those messengers in one of three ways.
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The Creation
What is the earliest memory of your childhood? Was it something terrible – a wound that hurt you then, and aches even now – a trauma that influenced your decisions from that day forward? Was there a cataclysm, an awakening event so powerful that it flooded your mind, knocked you off your feet, and washed…
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Dying Well on Thanksgiving Day
Mrs. Esther Wholesum died on a Thanksgiving afternoon in the mid-to-late 1990’s, surrounded by her family and full of years. I remember it well.
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Water Grave
Feelin’ downcast, feelin’ down, staring empty at the groundEyelids drooping, face a frown, don’t want anyone aroundSilent now the youthful sounds, buried underneath the brownEarthen packing ‘round the crowns, clutching firm the ones who drowned. Frigid waters licking clean the wounds from all the years between likeHockey games for skating teens who spilled their blood…
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Herald Palladium Article
Dr. Troy Thompson, who has a family practice in Stevensville, has recovered from the COVID-19 virus. In the aftermath, Thompson opened a temporary COVID-19 clinic for patients who don’t need hospitalization. He has also donated his plasma to help treat other COVID-19 patients.
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Hosanna’s Song
Lyrics Hush-a-bye my love, hush-a-bye my doveFind your rest, upon my breast, and sleepListen now and hear, about my love so dearSilent now, you’re sleeping now so deep. Hosanna praise the name, praise his holy nameOf the one, God’s only son, the KingHosanna child so fine, gift of God, now mineMy baby bright, into the…
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My Father-in-Law’s Eightieth Birthday Song
To the tune of Swipesy, by Scott Joplin Lyrics This is our birthday song for Jim nowIf someone loved music and he lived a really long time, tell me what would he do?If he liked the syncopation and the LOUD and the soft, tell me what would he do?He’d start on the piano when he…
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Dedication to my Father
Beneath the bones of my skull, imbedded forever, lie all the fingerprints of those who shaped me. But the deepest impressions of all were made by J. Michael Thompson. I was three years old when my father taught me James Weldon Johnson’s greatest poem, The Creation. We memorized it together. But one line was my…
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Jubal’s Song
Lyrics Comfy warm inside the womb until you breathed the air, the bitter chillToo much! The noise, the light, the thrill, we wrapped you snug, for resting still.Your mother rocked her child at last, what newborn ever drank so fast?Such little fingers reaching out, and quiv’ring lip, a tiny pout! Jubal, Jubal, Jubilee. Welcome to…
