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Zen Again…
How do you add beauty to your world? A fresh, home-cooked meal, or listening to (even playing) your favorite song? Where have you been surprised by joy? A red geranium in a window box, morning birdsong or a tiny flower sprouting in cracked concrete? Zen is found in quiet moments wrapped in wonder. Turn off…
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Broken Zen…
Time to reread old favorites that promote quiet time, non-judgment, inner calm and a Zen vibe. I so easily allow the scary wide world to poke a talon in the loose weave of my pretend peace. I’m not alone in this state of heightened frenzy over our 24/7 365 four-year cycle of coming together (haha)…
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Quote of the Week…
“The motto of war is: ‘Let the strong survive, let the weak die.’ The motto of peace is: ‘Let the strong help the weak to survive.’” Franklin D Roosevelt, 1882-1945
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Gnats…
Monday’s blog was about paying attention to how we react to a seemingly insignificant insect bite. Mosquitoes make their presence known, we deal, sometimes violently. Smaller, quiet gnats don’t bother everyone. They love me. They flit, they nip, they escape my slaps and ignore my fighting words. Others don’t notice or claim these personal attacks…
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Mosquitoes…
I love how steady showers perk up the little faces of flowers and green up the grass and trees to a fresh brightness. The smell of rain invites a lazy snuggle with a good book and warm blanket. Rain promises new growth, replenishment, and continued life for all of earth’s living things. But rain brings…
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Quote of the Week…
“Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.” Kurt Vonnegut, 1922,2007
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Relax…Wake UP!
Last month a smoke alarm battery announced its death when we returned home after an overseas flight. We foggily climbed a ladder and replaced it with the last spare battery. Done. Fixed. Ah, complacency, the zone where all is at rest. Relax, until… Wake UP! Another failing battery brought peaceful slumber to a screeching halt. At 1:30…
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Divots…
Divots are holes dug into a perfect green field by an overzealous or misdirected swing. Golfers merely replace the detached lump, stomp it into the earth and call it good. How do we react when we goof up and ruin the perceived perfection of a pristine life? Pristine and perfection are ideals, not to be…
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