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Giving Thanks in Divided Times by Amy McNeil

Do you know the true story of the first Thanksgiving? Most people think of Thanksgiving as a “feel good” holiday, but its history is mired in division and challenge. The very existence and endurance of this long standing tradition is proof positive that people can come together even in divided times.

As the story goes, a day of Thanksgiving was set aside in 1621, about a year after the Pilgrims landed in Plymouth Harbor, Massachusetts. After a successful harvest, the Pilgrims pledged thanks for a safe voyage and survival in a strange, new land. While they had experienced great loss, the Pilgrims had regained strength and learned to provide for themselves. The Wampanoag Indians joined the Pilgrims in their festival of celebration and gratitude. The time was filled with feasts, prayers, dances, shooting matches, wrestling, and other games. (more…)

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Cliff’s “Big Move” Blog Post Series
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Cliff’s “Big Move” Blog Post Series

Making changes, especially major ones, can be extremely difficult for highly sensitive people. It’s tempting to stick with what’s comfortable and familiar, even when we may not be completely satisfied. Change is hard, but with desire and determination, it can be done, and I will prove it!

In this series of blog posts,  I chronicle a really “Big Move” that my wife and I made to move halfway across the country to be closer to our daughter. This was a HUGE change for us, as we had lived in our home in New Jersey for over 30 years! My mother had recently passed away, and our only daughter had moved to Missouri. Since neither my wife nor I were getting any younger, we knew that if we didn’t make the change now, it would never happen. (more…)

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The Road Of Life From A Highly Sensitive Person’s Perspective

One night while I was on a long drive, I conceived the idea of comparing my ride to my travels through life. My inspiration resulted in the piece below about my journey of twists, turns, and obstacles...something I'm sure all HSPs can relate to! The road is empty and without traffic lights. All I can see before me are reflective road stripes. I imagine myself as an automobile forging my way through the night. The road behind me is filled with my experiences, both good and bad. That part of the journey is known because I have already traveled it. The road before me —my future— is dark and hazy, except for the small part that lies in view, but even that is uncertain. I can only…

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