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  • I was being amused by the antics of a small child on a hammock with two young women. The little boy was giggling and gurgling while hanging upside down. I worried for a moment about the blood rushing to his head, about his eyeballs strained against the pressure. No worries. He was so happy that he couldn't have possibly been in pain. He trusted the hands that held him firmly, the lap that cradled him, and the Nonna who was taking his photo. He was open to all new experiences as we all should be, even if we get nauseous these days when on the ferris wheel or on the MOM movie at Jordan's. No need to hang upside down, just trust the divine hands that hold you and cradle you. It'll be fine.
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