Monthly Archives: January 2016
Anticipating the start of the Real Happiness meditation adventure. Anticipating my 62nd birthday on the same day. Anticipating the potential blizzard on the same day. Anticipating important lab results the week following. Anticipating my meditation time when I hit “send.” With hands…..
Knowing so much paperwork was waiting before the day begun, I opted to leave my quiet morning early. With the computer finally booted, coffee next to the monitor, I glanced at the clock. Not possible! How could so much time have zipped by and the…..
There is nothing innately wrong with anger. Anger, as an emotion, is as valid as love and joy. Anger can stimulate positive change. Anger can be beautiful. Ahhh, the whisper had to agree as I presented my hobbit logic for the anger boiling inside me. The whisper’s…..
The tree is weathered, worn, aged, and her branches have long forgotten the color of green. Some would say she is dead. I denied their suggestions to cut her down. Leaving for work this morning, her trunks cradled the moon. Somehow the image…..
Some days or weeks you just don’t know how you will do it. Some days or weeks you wonder if there is any kindness left in the world. And then, you are gifted the breath of Life. The crack of a smile…..
Without warning or understanding, the events in Oregon for some reason grabbed and unnerved my heart immediately upon waking this morning. I do not understand what is happening. I do not understand the response. If any other group dared to attempt such actions their…..
Goodness, such a long day littered with ups and downs and speed bumps. One such speed bump involved chasing a client’s dog. Perhaps chasing a client’s dog (who escaped out of the car) through a large and hilly field of snow is not normally included…..
Today was my day to write a comment on a book an on-line group is reading. I struggled. I laughed. The chapter was on simply experiencing the moment, our creativity and being as it is without expectation. How does one write a comment for…..
Sometimes the whisper is not simply the image gifted. Sometimes it is the bridge created across the chasm of two totally disparate worlds and images. The first was gifted on Christmas Eve. Walking along the lakeside the whisper called to look…..
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