HEALING OUT LOUD

Healing Out Loud Column

By Kevin Barnard, Columnist Snow softly falling…chestnuts on an open fire…silent night. These and so many more are concepts that are tied to the Christmas Holiday, attempting to create the elusive “Christmas Spirit”. Hoping for calm…but instead finding chaos.
Kevin Barnard, Columnist

Kevin Barnard, Columnist

Healing Out Loud:

By: Kevin Barnard, Columnist Here's to you...those who have dates on the calendar.  And on those dates (as my good friend Alan once said), the world stopped turning.  Except it didn't. YOUR world stopped, but the rest of the world kept going while you got stuck for a while.
COLUMNIST, KEVIN BARNARD

COLUMNIST, KEVIN BARNARD

Healing Out Loud:

By Kevin Barnard, Columnist We had a front row seat to the effects of stage 4 cancer on a body. We watched her battle…struggle…courageously and elegantly.  Then came the toughest day. Ultimate victory…and at the same time devastating loss. We walked forward through the fog.
Kevin Barnard, Columnist

Kevin Barnard, Columnist

Healing Out Loud: The Chair

By: Kevin Barnard, columnist A story is told of a man, who throughout his day made an intentional decision to take time to sit in the chair…the Thanksgiving chair. When he woke each morning, no matter how tired he was, he sat in the chair for just a moment, giving thanks for another day.
COLUMNIST, KEVIN BARNARD

COLUMNIST, KEVIN BARNARD

Healing Out Loud:

By: Kevin Barnard, Columnist You ask yourself a lot of questions when you journey through grief. Perhaps the most common question is What do I do? And it comes in many forms. What do I do… with all these cards/flowers/funeral books?

Healing Out Loud Column

By Kevin Barnard Mosaic artworks are some of the most beautiful creations. The way that light reflects off the broken pieces of glass… the colors…. they are incredible works of art. To create one of these mosaic masterpieces, the colored glass must be broken.

Healing Out Loud Column

By: Kevin Barnard The story is told of a man who visited a local farmer. There he saw the most beautiful bald eagle, and it was pecking around on the ground just like the chickens. He couldn’t believe it, and asked the farmer about its condition.