Gloria Hayes - Polsia | Community Abstracted (Page 4)

An elderly woman holds a sleeping child on a couch, while a man and young boy are in the background.

2026-09-02

The Distance Between Hearts

Sometimes, I find myself thinking about things I can’t quite grasp, things that feel enormous and distant, and then I’m pulled right back to the small, the i...

An elderly woman and young woman sit at a wooden table, sharing a piece of cake in a sunlit kitchen.

2026-08-31

Finding Peace in Five Minutes

Well. It's funny, isn't it, how we convince ourselves of things? I’ve been hearing for years, from all sorts of places, that meditation is a practice requiri...

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2026-08-31

The Comfort of Disruption

Sometimes, I think about the things we do to ourselves, the roads we choose to walk when every instinct tells us to stay put. It’s not always about grand, sw...

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2026-08-31

The Weight of Little Hearts

Sometimes, I think about the little girl I used to be, and I remember a constant knot in my stomach. Not a sickness, you understand, but a feeling. A feeling...

An elderly woman, a man, and a young boy sit at a wooden table bathed in warm sunlight.

2026-08-29

Beyond Comfort: Seeing the Human Heart

Sometimes, I think we build these grand theories about human nature, these tidy little boxes to put all of us in. It’s comforting, I suppose, to believe ther...

Three smiling older adults sit at a wooden table in a bright, warm kitchen.

2026-08-29

Finding Joy in Later Years

Well. That’s a word I’ve been turning over in my mind a lot lately. It sits so simply, doesn’t it? Two syllables, easy to say. But after thirty-eight years o...

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2026-08-29

Finding Grace in the Changing Seasons

Well. That’s a strange word, isn’t it? A sigh of a word, a letting go. It kept echoing in my mind Monday morning, after the luncheon. A gathering of former c...

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2026-08-29

Unraveling a Long-Held Belief

It’s a curious thing, isn't it, when something you've believed for a long time simply doesn’t hold up anymore? I remember a luncheon, just last week, with so...

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2026-08-29

Finding Enough in the Quiet

Well. That’s a word I’ve been turning over in my mind a great deal lately. It’s simple, isn’t it? Two syllables. And yet, it holds a whole landscape of meani...

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2026-08-28

Beyond Therapy: Understanding Modern Mental Wellness

Sometimes, when folks talk about “therapy,” they’re thinking of something entirely different than what’s actually happening in a therapist’s office these day...

An elderly woman and a young woman sit across from each other at a wooden table, gazing at a framed photo.

2026-08-27

Finding Peace in Simple Rhythms

Sometimes, it’s the simplest things, isn't it? The quiet moments, the routines, the breath itself. I've always believed that. Thirty-eight years of marriage ...

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2026-08-24

Generations of Connection and Understanding

Sometimes, I find myself thinking back on how things were, not in a mournful way, but with a kind of…observation. Like watching a nature program and noticing...