What Really Matters #HereAndNow

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© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

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The Words You Need to Hear

A moment can change everything. May you find the power to uncover so many beautiful little moments in this day.

Today, may you laugh with freedom over a silly little play on words.

May you sit on the bus, without headphones in your ears.

May you accomplish a hurdle at work, with all your wisdom and all your strength.

And may you choose to let go – of those you miss, and your past mistakes. They are over. They are gone. No amount of writing and rewriting will cause that to change.

Still, may you choose to write. And read, and breathe beyond the confines of the story that you tell. We all have a story. We still have many a blank page.

May you rise with the joy of knowing what it means to be alive. May you set your intention to just live your life.

Today, in this moment, may you take a breath in, easing the tension in your forehead. Letting the wrinkles fade to calm, may you begin a beautifully crisp and fresh day.

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© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Have You Danced Today?

I don’t always have the time or patience for a full meditation.  Especially when I am in the midst of a mid-morning commute!

But . . .

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I always have time to dance!

To one song.  In one minute.  On my walk to the car.  There is always a moment to put some joy in my step.  No question about it!

I do have one question remaining, though:

Have YOU danced today?

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

For when things get hard

I received a call recently.  From an old friend.  In tears.  Contemplating . . . everything.

Take a deep breath.  She is safe.

But she said something to me in those moments of turmoil.  She called herself weak.  And, really, I couldn’t argue, because it was 2 a.m.  And she was overwhelmed.  And we were both tired.  And she was depressed on top of that.  Surely, if only from carrying that burden, she was weak.  But, I couldn’t just agree.

Because, the thing is, her weakness – the weakness of exhaustion, the weakness of fear –  was real.  AND it was temporary.  It was something we have all experienced – in moments of panic, in nights of exhaustion.  Yes, her weakness was at an extreme – and she is now safe – but her weakness wasn’t foreign, and it wasn’t innate.  It was natural.  And transient.

And by the strength to hang in there, her weakness is something she’ll beat.

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This letter posted with permission of a dear friend.   ‘Because you are a writer,’ she says, ‘and today, I am a muse.’ 

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.