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November 15, 2008

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Amelia Royko Maurer

When my mother who was also my best friend, was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer, I remember feeling cornered by the news. It stripped me of my physical being and left me as my intention. That existence and my mother were the only living things left on the planet. I walked outside and I remember feeling as if the world around me would fall like a stage set if perhaps I exhaled. A tree would topple over if I put my finger on it. I have never felt more called to "the depths" in my life.

Meredith Whelan

Amelia, What a powerful description. So often, when we are called to those deepest of depths it is beyond words, as you say, it left you "as your intention." What strikes me, too, in your description is that it can be hard to know when one can exhale again. I am reading a book you might be interested in. It's called "Returning to My Mother's House: Taking Back the Wisdom of the Feminine" by Gail Straub. She reflects on her own experiences, including her mother's life and then death when Gail was in her 20's. It might be something that you would want to take a look at. Thank you for your reflection.

Jimmy Choo Chaussures

It's so nice to have you do all of the research for us. It makes our decision making so much easier!! Thanks.

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