Reading Fiction for Well Being

Born Hungry for Stories Before she can speak, an infant's cry expresses her yearning. A loving voice swaddles the new soul. The words may come with music or the mere sound of turning pages, but they capture her heart and mind either way. The child quiets, listens, grows calm. As if…

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Refresh Your Touch

Our hearts and souls pulse and flow with blessings, unique energy in rhythm with the flow of our individual design. A torso carries this majestic purpose from birth to end, but most containers also include limbs. Legs to walk the distance between souls. Feet, whose toes wriggle and grip the earth…

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The Noticer

Imagine living in a hand-scooped trench beneath a pier. A few years of stubble grown past the high school complexion, but hope no longer sparkles in the eyes. Consider the ocean view of an orphaned young man. Waves batter the shores without mercy. The horizon brings days of hard labor which…

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Everyone Communicates, Few Connect

My employee twisted the phone receiver away from her ear. From three feet away, I heard the machine-gun sounds of our area supervisor's voice. After the call ended, I patted the case worker's shoulder. "I'll talk to her." For the past three months, I had started each work day by convincing…

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Why am I here?

Maybe you've got a burning desire. A┬ádistinct calling with clear steps toward your life's goal. If you have a confident definition of your reason for living, celebrate the rare blessing of purpose. For those who have yet to lay hold of their unique reason for existing, an emptiness stirs in the…

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Low Tide Introspect

High tide waves glide ashore. The foamy caress adds a kiss of salt to the sugar sand. Water and pristine beach glimmer together in sunbathed glory. Breezes carry the fresh hint of brine, a lovely scent for visitors to carry home in their hair. As the weary sun droops, visitors retreat…

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