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Roses and prayers for Therese on Mother’s Day, 2020 - by Judith Thompson
“We are born of love; love is our Mother. ” Rumi Today we celebrate mothers. And yet it’s a different Mother’s Day than any of us have every known. In too many cases the joyful gatherings that we may have been used to on this special days are being replaced by zoom calls. In too… Continue reading
Earth Day at 50: A Hush Across the Land - by Judith Thompson
The morning breeze has secrets to tell you. Do not go back to sleep. Rumi Could any of us have imagined that the 50th Anniversary of Earth Day would arrive like this? The global “pause button” has been pushed. The Earth is breathing? Can you hear her? The Pandemic has created multiple realities for… Continue reading
A Love Letter to New York: We Stand With You! - by Judith Thompson
To all New Yorkers: Please accept this visual love letter from one who always saw New York through the eyes of love.
“No rent, no cockroaches, no tomorrow”: Celebrating Valentine’s Day 2020 - by Judith Thompson
The photo above was always a favorite of Harold’s. It was published many times, but I particularly love how he described the scene in the seven page spread for New York Newsday (1991) in an article entitled The Man who Loved Coney Island. But then again…Harold was a man in love with so many things.… Continue reading
“Where my soul is fully alive”: Wisdom from Harold on his 88th birthday - by Judith Thompson
Harold would be 88 today, April 17th, 2019. He left his body, but his soul lives on. At least, so I believe and so did he. And the desire to listen to the directives of his soul while he was alive was a profound intention that shaped his life, his work and his way of being. It also touched the lives of all who knew him.
“It’ll always be the first kiss”: Memories for Valentine’s Day 2019 - by Judith Thompson
Harold liked to say: “It will always be the first kiss” when he talked about his love of life. I was blessed with a 27 year marriage to someone who never let me forget how much he loved me; who maintained a consistent appreciation of life — and of me! As he got older, he… Continue reading