By Fay Loomis

In the early ‘90s I met a woman of similar age. She could no longer live in her home and moved into a nursing home where she was challenged by an imposed daily routine and diet that served the needs of the healthcare center, not her own.

She accepted her decision and focused on what she could do to be of service in her small and greater worlds. She meditated for a major portion of each day for humanity, for the United States, and in particular for our president. Each morning she would move slowly, with the aid of her walker, to each room in the building. If the person was asleep or unconscious, she would stand in the doorway and send them loving energy. If they were alert, she would go into the room and say hello.