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Mom to my mom, ever mom to me. — Trudy Goodman

So before I left, I held her. She rested against me, almost in my lap. Her body felt kind of shaky, and small, and she kept murmuring motherly things to me, her voice clear and sure, repeating them to me . . .

like a chant . . .

18Jul2008 | Trudy | 0 comments | Continued
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A Powerful Teaching — Trudy Goodman

On June 9th, my birthday, this unknown girl touches my heart. She evokes the compassionate teaching of all the special kids who are different somehow: we don’t have to be afraid of what we don’t yet understand — we don’t have to be scared of shrieks and groans — or of our own minds and hearts.

29Jun2008 | Trudy | 0 comments | Continued
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Why can’t all children have what we do? Trudy Goodman

I had seen raggedy five year olds taking care of skinny babies and blind babies and begging children crippled from polio and moms with TB and, and, and…

14Jun2008 | Trudy | 4 comments | Continued
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Mother of Thousands - Trudy Goodman

Mindfulness is about balance: being aware of one’s own experience while being sensitive and attuned to our impact on others. In our lives, we are continually falling out of balance. . .

5Jun2008 | Trudy | 5 comments | Continued
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