The three cycles of loss center on our sense of control, safety, and identity.

Every misfortune is a blessing in disguise.

Unraveling life lessons from just the past few years would take many more years. Lessons unlearned would pass with me, when I went through that door, to be completed in some future lifetime.

There are two kinds of special events: planned and unplanned.

Flip a coin. Life or death. Heads or tails. You never know.

If there’s a takeaway from working here, it’s an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.

Swirling around my ears, the wind and I whooping at the sea, picking up speed, breathing it all in. An act of loving life.

There is a price for forgetting and remembering. Forgetting as a form of escape deprives us of what the Five Gifts can offer––humility, patience, empathy, forgiveness, and growth.

There is no such thing as “it can’t happen here.