There is a conch shell on my writing desk, and on the mornings when the page refuses to come, I still lift it to my ear the way a child does, half believing the sea will answer.

You don't have to wait for life to be perfect to feel grateful.

Discover So Hum Meditation. Inhale. Exhale.

Every day can be a day of Thanksgiving.

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Confidence doesn’t always arrive with a bold entrance.

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