A Poem: “Waiting for the traffic light to change the Patient squints against the midday sun….”
© rita h kowats 2014
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Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
I hear your reality in the poem, Rita. And I think of your courage. Love, Polly
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Thank you, Polly.
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Rita, the run for Patience is more than a marathon, run long ago, on your bicycle…..60 miles was it from point A to destination? Flat tires along the way, and yet mission was accomplished! Thank you for that tenacity and strength.
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I remember happily our tears shed in utter exhaustion and hilarity. What fun we had.
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This is an amazing and deeply moving poem, Rita. Thank you! Paula
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I appreciate your comment, Paula. Although I try to focus on the blessings that accompany diminishment, I am working on emotional honesty.
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Your words are beautiful. Thanks for sharing and giving us strength. You are amazing.
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