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		<title>Trusting Intuition</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2023 22:43:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sometimes it&#8217;s hard to trust that &#8220;still small voice within.&#8221; In the &#8217;80&#8217;s, while driving down Harvard St. on my way to work at a Boston rehab hospital, an inner voice said out of the blue &#8220;Buy Mike a white rose.&#8221; Huh? A white rose? For Mike? &#8220;Mike&#8221; was the most difficult, resistant patient on [&#8230;]
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		<title>Visitation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2023 20:40:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sat in my office listening, tears glistening in my eyes as a bereft client shared her story. Suddenly massive red firetrucks and flashing police cars rocketed down King St. toward the center of town, horns blasting and sirens screaming their messages of alarm and disaster. Nothing unusual. Until I discerned a faint, lilting melody [&#8230;]
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		<title>Pain as Ally and Teacher</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2023 20:46:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emotional and physical pain are often messengers from the soul that have much to teach us. I remember working the 3-11 pm shift as a rehab associate at a Harvard-affiliated pain center in my twenties. While the center taught patients to focus off of their chronic pain, through physical therapy, relaxation methods, biofeedback, hydrotherapy, and [&#8230;]
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