Rhythm of Life

It took me a while to discern what the strange, crumpled object, dangling under the windowsill was. As I watched it make small, subtle movements, I realized it was a dragonfly, emerging from a nymph. Hours went by and, each time I went back to look, the contours of the…

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Facing challenges

I sat up on the vaulting horse, fighting tears. A little voice inside me was crying, “I can’t do this, it’s no use!” My riding instructor read my desperate face and smiled encouragingly. “Let’s try again,” she said, gently. At the age of 65, learning to ride a horse is…

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