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On my birthday eve, I set an intention to use this birthday to reflect on and share some of the wisdom I’ve accumulated over the past seven decades. That wisdom would be the fodder for this week’s musing. But I awoke with an “oh shit” moment! Nothing had arisen. There were no flashes of insight. No wise, pithy pearls of wisdom. And then I saw my fortune on my Yogi tea bag.
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This musing contrasts the divisive rhetoric and fear-driven leadership on Earth with the unifying perspective of the Artemis II mission, reminding us that from space, humanity shares one interconnected home. The crew of the Artemis calls us to move beyond “us vs. them” thinking. What can we do to consciously choose love, compassion, and collective responsibility to help tip the world toward a more inclusive and hopeful future?
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What if the only force strong enough to overcome hate is love? In this reflection on the Super Bowl halftime show and the movements unfolding around us, I explore why love is not passive or weak — but disciplined, courageous, and transformative. In a divided world, my money is on love.
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It’s a frigid Friday night in late January in Indiana. Dark, with a biting wind. I head into my local pharmacy carrying both a heaviness—after 11 days of the flu—and a hopefulness that the prescription I’m about to pick up will finally end this scourge. As I reach the back of the store, I sigh. The line is long. I take my place, preparing for a wait. And then, something completely unexpected happens. And that chance event has completely shifted my perspecive going forward.
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This question—“What do you most need right now?”—turns my thinking upside down and inside out. Upside down because it asks me to act now, not later. Inside out because it puts the focus on me, not others. That’s why I’ve been keeping this question front and center lately—not to ask others, but to ask myself.
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It was a disheartening swirl of national and international events, layered with the emotional weight of walking alongside two loved ones through difficult personal struggles. Maybe it wasn’t just about last week. Maybe it was the culmination of many weeks, even years, of striving to maintain a hopeful outlook in the face of growing division, hatred, and uncertainty. But something broke open in me. I felt despair in a new and deeper way. I was tired. I was angry. I cried more than I laughed. Hope felt elusive. And then, in the midst of that darkness, two memories surfaced—bright and vivid. Both examples of how one small thing made a big difference!
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