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I have spent the last week arguing with myself because I can’t argue with my friend. Her mind is made up. She will not fight cancer.

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I have spent the last week arguing with myself because I can’t argue with my friend. Her mind is made up. She will not fight cancer.

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Somehow, not sure how it happened, I ended up writing a book. I thought the hardest part was over when I finished the final chapter and the epilogue, but I was wrong. Along came the editing process—a special kind of nightmare and so much tougher than I thought it would be.

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Growing up in a small village in the mountains of Austria, I was raised Roman Catholic. We went to church on Sunday, because everyone else went to church. My grandma carved a cross on the back of every freshly baked bread loaf before she cut into it, and we bent our heads down before we ate, to either quietly say grace or give others the time to do so.

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The perfect question, at the ideal time. Exactly four weeks ago, on the night of February 6th to February 7th, I rested in a hospital bed and recovered from surgery.

Welcome New Year! I am glad you arrived. Many people were longing for you, hoping that things will be BETTER now than in 2024. Better in the sense of being NORMAL again, like before. Before, when? I can’t really say.

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When eternity touches the moment
When presence consents to love
When being engages in action
That is
Forever now

Where am I?
Do I even exist?
What role do I play in the universe?
For most of my life, I ran away from these questions.

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“And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me.”
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”
― Hafiz

Some will be familiar with Milan Kundera’s book, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”. It’s a great novel, an international bestseller. The author made me think.

We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.