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Small Ways

In the morning, the sun will rise. You won't be awake for that, but you have faith that it will happen like all the other mornings. Faith that the light will eventually bring you into consciousness. Feeling the light ease into your brain is how you know that life is continuing. It goes on. Light creeps in, your pull the covers around yourself, pretend you can stay warm a bit longer, reach around for a teddy bear and have one last cuddle before you ease into the day.

These are some of the best moments, so familiar, so reassuring. This is my life, the waking up, the stretching, and yawning.

“Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?” ― Thornton Wilder, "Our Town".



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Lisa B., Mrs. S. encourages us to get up and love the world all over again.  To that end, I am sharing this invitation from my in-laws, Sam and Joan McCready.



"A number of you have asked if we are going to do our Dickens on Tour show in Baltimore. As a thank you for the use of rehearsal space, we will be presenting the show at Abiding Savior Lutheran Church, 10689 Owen Brown Road, Columbia, MD 20144, Sat. 18 May, 2013, 7pm. Admission Free. Donations to Bunda Hospital, Tanzania. The show had a fabulous reception on two tours of Ireland and we look forward to sharing it here."



A reception will follow in the church hall. Please join us.

We're all finding our small ways to be heroes today, tomorrow, and the day after.

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Sam McCready as Dickens

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