Inspiration Wherever and Whenever

No matter how well you are handling your cancer battle - all of us need a boost now and then.

Here's one way I find especially helpful.

Inside a baggie, I place inspirational cards, letters and quotes. Always kept in my knapsack, whenever my spirit could use some up lifting. I pull it out.

Spending a few moments reading reminds me of the love and concern that surrounds me and why I must remain vigilant in my battle.

What can you pack that is small, has immediate access and offers the same effect?

Aromatherapy bottles, photos or perhaps fabric pieces, natural objects like stones, pine cones or pressed flowers, Be creative. If it makes you happy - its working.

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