The Great Adventure

Written by Liz Shaw


(Liz, dressed for hiking, enters with a walking stick in hand and wearing a backpack.)

Hi! My name is Elizabeth Andra Shaw and I'm on a great adventure — a journey called Life, a journey to answerrepparttar question, "Who am I?"

The first 44 years of my life, I lived in a place called Hatville. It was an exciting place. Everyone was very busy because they were wearing many different hats. In Hatville, hats are very popular. People collect hats, and some hats are so rare that they confer great status on their owners. There is competition and envy surrounding high status hats.

I picked up a few hats myself while I lived in Hatville, includingrepparttar 123079 Daughter Hat,repparttar 123080 Sister Hat,repparttar 123081 Physical Therapist Hat,repparttar 123082 Medical Editor Hat, andrepparttar 123083 Wife Hat. In fact (Liz shrugs off her backpack and extracts a hat) here is my favorite,repparttar 123084 Phoenix Mercury Fan Hat! (Liz excitedly modelsrepparttar 123085 hat forrepparttar 123086 audience.)

(Liz turns suddenly serious and leans on her walking stick with both hands.) There came a day, however, when I received word that I could no longer stay in Hatville. I was told I would need to go torepparttar 123087 neighboring country. Well, I didn't want to go! I had heard about that country, its rough terrain,repparttar 123088 pain and suffering that were commonplace amongst its residents. But I was given no choice, and so I set off from Hatville to Cancer Land.

I was interested to learn when I arrived thatrepparttar 123089 residents of Cancer Land also collect hats, but there is no status attached to them. Hats are merely a way of keepingrepparttar 123090 sun off a tender bald head. There was less hustle and bustle there, but just as much activity. Instead of chasing status,repparttar 123091 residents of Cancer Land kept very busy counting their blessings. A gorgeous sunset that God painted just for me. The whirr of a dragonfly passing by. The softness of a kitty's belly. As I became busy counting my blessings,repparttar 123092 terrain didn't seem quite so rough andrepparttar 123093 suffering didn't seem quite as unbearable as I had heard it would be. I learned to be content in Cancer Land by living inrepparttar 123094 moment and receiving all of its blessings. I also met my inner child, and here is one of her favorite things. (Liz extracts a stuffed animal fromrepparttar 123095 backpack.) This is Gideon, my chemokitty. He went with me to treatment because my other cats weren't allowed. Yes, Gideon and I did a lot of tough stuff together.

Pilgrimage: A Meditation

Written by Maureen Killoran, MA, DMin


PILGRIMAGE

Take yourself to a place where tourists do not go. Leave behind umbrellas, luggage, your address book, ID. Take only what you can carry on your back. If you are lucky, you will not return or, failing that, you will not return unchanged. Take yourself intorepparttar woods where maps fail and there is no sound butrepparttar 123078 promising of rain.

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