Author Archives: Nan Mykel

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.

Who Is Not Listening? Excerpt from Jill Dennison

See Jill Dennnison’s site today for more moving material!  

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Mate, …We Got Your Back.

Originally posted on Local Heart, Global Soul:
(photograph © Kiwidutch) A cowardly attack by someone armed with an automatic weapon against innocent, unarmed people on their knees in prayer. What chance did these peaceful people have? The perpetrator livestreamed innocent…

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In the Depths of Your Dreams…

Did a plant ever speak to you from the depths of a dream?  (A dog did in mine, once) After you’re good and dead, what do you want? Not that it’ll make any difference…probably.  But really, would you like to … Continue reading

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Scary Things Not Mentioned

It’s frightening how the media seems afraid of scaring the public with mention of climate change–I’ve never heard that word mentioned on internet weather forecasts, and Trump’s threat about his access to rough people, bikers and the military feels equal … Continue reading

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“Morality Isn’t Necessary in a President?”

What was all that business about Trump signing Bibles, anyway? If I was a Christian I’d be apoplectic.

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Metaphorically Speaking…

Recently I quoted someone to the effect that if you didn’t have a language how could you think.  I’ll write more about that some day, but for now my head is being flooded with thoughts–maybe a manic episode.  So many … Continue reading

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Five Practical Ways to Support a Grieving Parent

Originally posted on thelifeididntchoose:
It’s oh, so hard to know what to do when you are watching a heart break. You want to reach out and make it better, make the pain go away, make a difference.  But it seems…

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