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BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE

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So what constitutes you having THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE.          .           .

Inn your heart of hearts, you know.            .            .

In your truest truth, what do you know about your life, that you know, the one thing that you do that makes somebody love,and even somebody you don’t know, possibly having the the best day of their lives?

Here’s the best thing; here’s the message:

It is more of a lot less than you can imagine, which makes it not only all the more easier but even more awesomely powerful, whatever that small act of kindness happens to be.

DON’T COMPLICATE THE SIMPLE

There’s no secret formula or sophisticated equation.        .       .

JUST DO WHATEVER COMES TO YOUR MIND; DO IT

.       .      .and then stand back and watch the Magic that comes for your Magic that ripples more Magic which comes crashing back to your shore to recreate your landscape with more Magic equally THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE.      .      .

 

ARTEMIS, NO JOKE

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A minister
A minster’s wife
A Jewish man
A Jewish man’s wife
A recovering Catholic
A Non-Church attending Protestant Couple
went to an Artemis Splash Down Party.        .        .

Sounds like the beginning of a great joke, huh.             .            .B U T

Last week, something quietly powerful happened that offered no spoofs as they came together, had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant and returned to the Jewish couple’s home to watch the Splashdown.

On paper, they represent difference. In that moment, they didn’t.

There was no “us” and “them.” Just shared attention. Shared awe. With lots of great commentary and easygoing laughter.

What brought them together wasn’t agreement—it was perspective.

As the mission returned from space, it pulled everyone’s focus beyond themselves. Differences didn’t disappear; they just stopped being the most important thing in the room.

That matters.

Because most attempts at unity ask people to compromise their beliefs. This didn’t. No one changed their views. Unity simply emerged through a shared encounter with something bigger.

NASA didn’t set out to create that moment with the Artemis program, but it happened anyway.

Awe has a way of doing that. It quiets division—not by resolving it, but by putting it in context.

Maybe that’s what we’re missing.

Unity doesn’t always come from agreement. Sometimes it comes from standing side by side, looking at the same thing, and remembering we’re part of the same story.

That group didn’t solve anything.

But for a moment, they didn’t have to.

And maybe that’s a place to start.          .          .
A minister
A minster’s wife
A Jewish man
A Jewish man’s wife
A recovering Catholic
A Non-Church attending Protestant Couple
went to an Artemis Splash Down Party.        .        .
And the feeling that was shared, yeah, literally out of this
World . . . No Joke

JUST A MESSAGE: YOUR SHARED MESSAGE

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Shakespeare once said that the whole world is a stage and we are but actors or something really close to that. .  . and much more closer to the truth than at times, we’d like to know.

Here’s the thing about that, it’s both, true but it’s never ending. You see, the script is continually being written and the stage lights; they never dim, they never go out and  everybody.          .         .everybody is showing up for the performance.  Sometimes they care and sometimes they don’t, but make no mistake the world is not only made up of actors on a stage, but critics.  Still, let’s just say right now, in just a moment, here’s your message. Here is your soliloquy, your most inner thoughts, and everybody is leaning in to hear exactly what you have to say and maybe for the first time in your life, and maybe even their’s, they just don’t want to LISTEN but actually HEAR what you have to share as if their life might depend on it.          .          . because in just a moment, maybe, maybe what you have to share makes it so. . . .

TESTING.         .         .TESTING.           .         .SPEAK UP!

THEN AND NOW

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Christmas Day, 1998 gave us much more than carols, gifts and family get-togethers; it also was the opening of the moving, PATCH ADAMS with Robin Williams and here’s one of the most powerful scenes in the movie where he not only defends his soon-to-be-gone physician’s life but also ferociously defending and supporting the nurses he works with.       .     .powerful THEN and even more powerful NOW as we view this next commentary by Noah Wylie, star of the current TV Medical show, THE PITT

Not just because I have two daughters who work as nurses, but because of the countless nurses I have humbly worked with in the hospitals as well as with hospice, well there are no words that can express my gratitude and awe and I’m not sure that I want to search for those words or that they possibly even exist as long as they know powerfully that I am not just better but all that is good in me because of each of them.

A PREEMPTIVE GOODBYE

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After nearly 32 years it is way past an occupational hazard to think about death/dying and grief as hospice chaplain; as an empath, a human with a Caring Catalyst heart.         .        .

After witnessing many last moments and heartfelt spoken words of goodbye at the bedside, it’s made me think of a few words I would like to think I would be sharing with my family, with Erin, spoken or that silent-never-spoken-ouit-loud-words-but-heard-more-intimately-than-any-words-could-express.      .     .maybe I am over romanticizing it, it could never happen with the suddenness of a heart attack, car accident or countless other possible medical emergencies but, if there were such moments, I would like to think many of those words and thoughts might be warmly with a laser bean focus wouldn’t miss their mark with the words like Andrea Gibson shared in her poem, LOVE LETTER FROM FROM THE AFTER LIFE.     .     .  She died this past July but proves that words, yes, mere words, more than keep her alive and living.     .     .

So, what about you, would these words you’re about to read be some of the kind of words you’d like to share or.       .        .hear?

Love Letter from the Afterlife, by Andrea Gibson

My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before. Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too – I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.

After watching her documentary on AppleTV, COME SEE ME IN THE GOOD LIGHT  https://share.google/BtN3yB4Zkpek5ws0a  I’ve been thinking; I’ve been wondering; I’ve been feeling: I’ve been
s h a r i n g

JUST A MOMENT: A PENNY NEVER SHORTCHANGES YOUR THOUGHTS

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A penny for your thoughts isn’t a phrase. We rarely use it much anymore. Is it because, let’s face it, our thoughts are worth a heck of a lot more than just a penny and even if we can formulate them just right.          .          . well, what’s a penny you even worth these days?

It used to be that A PENNY would buy a lot of candy that you’d happily carry around in a small brown sack.      .     .Remember Penny candy?

It doesn’t even exist anymore and if you save up and put together a lot of pennies, well, they don’t add up too much, do they?  Now, they spend even less; which means that ‘a penny for your thoughts,’ is worth a lot more than anything that can come from any bank account or any jingle from your pocket, especially if you can really verbalize those thoughts and even more, if they’re communicated in a way that they are actually heard and not just listen to in just a moment.            .           .

Now about those thoughts for a Penny
(From Heaven>YOU>All of Us.     .    .)

JUST A MOMENT: CHRISTMAS ON EASTER

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MERRY CHRISTMAS
now the may be the
APRIL FOOLS
prank of all.      .       .
MAKE
B E L I E V I N G 
IT’S CHRISTMAS
when it’s not.     .     .
when it’s the exact opposite
or farthest thing away from
A N Y T H I N G
c h r i s t m a s 
B                    U                     T.          .          .


CHRISTMAS on EASTER?  
Absurd?
Blasphemy?
Unheard of?
Ludacris?
. . .right on time?

Christmas really never means anything, in fact, it probably doesn’t even exist unless Easter happens and gives it its own special definition. . .
S  O  M  E
would say that Christmas is how Some One came
and Easter shows why the Some One came.       .       .
and in just a moment,
adds colorful splashes of light
on our traffic laden dim
and darkened paths.        .       .

SO.       .        .CELEBRATE THE SEASON (S)

FASTEST MOST POWERFUL PRAYER

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The Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change
the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time.
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.
Taking, as he did, the sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it.
Trusting that he will make all things right
if I surrender to His will;
that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
and supremely happy with Him forever.

—Reinhold Niebuhr, 1892-1971

Do you have a
GO TO PRAYER.          .          .
one that is the
FASTEST MOST POWERFUL PRAYER IN YOUR WORLD.           .           .            ?

Is it PROFOUNDLY Profane?
And the million dollar question:
DOES IT WORK?
DO YOU PRAY IT OFTEN
DO YOU SHARE IT
Is  it
E  F  F  E  C  T  I  V  E
 (SOMETIMES.   .   .THE MOST PROFOUNDLY PROFANE, IS .              .              .)

ARE YOU BUSTED
DISGUSTED 
AND NOT BE BE TRUSTED.              .             .             ?
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
Maybe it’s time to
PROFOUNDLY
PRAY
PROFANELY.     .     .

EIGHT MINUTES

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YUPPERS.       .        .It was one of the best classes in college I ever took and to think it was a six week class during the Summer session where there was oodles of reading in a short amount of time including CRIME AND PUNISHMENT, THE IDIOT and the mammoth tome, THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

This all came flooding back when I read an article entitle THE EIGHT MINUTES, which if I was ever fully aware, I had forgotten the gruesome details.

In 1849, Fyodor Dostoevsky stood in a square in Saint Petersburg believing he was about to be executed. The sentence had been read. The rifles were prepared.

At the last moment, a message arrived: he would live.

That experience didn’t just scare him—it changed how he saw time, people, and responsibility. He later wrote that life is a gift and every minute matters. And he lived like he meant it.

This experience deeply shaped his worldview and writing, especially in works like:

And this is where the Caring Catalyst in me got poked and hopefully now, jabs you a little, too.

I was a little more motivated and reminded that a  Caring Catalyst is someone who turns awareness into action—someone who doesn’t just feel the value of life, but lives it in a way that positively affects others.

Dostoevsky’s second chance led him to three lasting shifts:

1. He treated time as precious.

Not something to delay or waste, but something to use with intention.

2. He saw people more deeply.

After years in prison, he stopped reducing people to labels and started recognizing the complexity in everyone—even those society had written off.

3. He acted with purpose.

He didn’t just feel grateful—he created meaningful work that explored suffering, morality, and compassion in ways that still resonate today.

Most of us won’t face a moment as extreme as his. But we don’t need to.

The truth is already here: time is limited, people are complex, and what we do with both matters.

Becoming a caring catalyst isn’t about dramatic transformation. It’s about small, consistent choices:

  • paying attention instead of rushing
  • choosing understanding over judgment
  • acting on what matters now, not later

We’re all given time—quietly, daily, without ceremony.

The question isn’t whether we get a second chance.

It’s whether we live like we already have one.          .          .

JUST A MOMENT: WHEN THE DUMPSTER IS MORE THAN A DUMP-STIRER

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Sometimes our lives feel more like DUMP STIR-ERS than dumpsters.           .

In just a moment, we realize that it’s not all of our discards.       .       .It’s not all our throwaways.        .       .It’s not all the  “I-don’t-need-you- anymore’s,” that we throw into the Dumpster of our lives; and without any fire needed, we realize that even when we throw away, there’s something that’s still remains.         .        .

Some say that’s the power of memory, some say that is more than haunting and some say, well.     .     .forget what Some say.     .     .

WHAT DO YOU SAY about the dumpster, the dump stir-ers of your life.          .          .

In less than just a moment, you will have known exactly why you’re getting this message today.

Pay attention to that.           .          .

Don’t throw it away.          .          .

It is not dumpster worthy

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