Category: Love
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Who Do You Love?…
Do you love your neighbor? All of them? Even the cranky ones who let their dogs leave deposits in your yard? How much do you love the panhandler who holds a cardboard sign day after day? What about the person you like the least? These questions give me pause. I’m fascinated by people watching and…
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Who Are You Wearing?…
It’s Award Season, a bright spot in these sometimes-gloomy months. The Grammy’s are my favorite, for the music, but you can’t beat the Oscars for the haute couture. Avant-garde, classic, understated, absurd. What fun to watch the rich and famous answer “Who are you wearing?” We all wear an invisible cloak. One that has nothing…
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Who’s Your Family?…
At a recent memorial service, I was struck by the number of people who counted the departed as one of their extended family. The pews were not filled with blood relatives, but with loving friends who gathered to celebrate her life and what she had meant to them. My dictionary app describes family as members…
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Love in the Deeps…
In a tiny book called “true love,” Thich Nhat Hanh offers a “telephone” meditation to bring harmony into a relationship. In today’s world, perhaps we could call it Texting Meditation or DMing Meditation. His suggestion to wait a few rings before answering a ringing phone traces back to when we didn’t know who might be…
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Quote of the Week…
“In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language.” Henry David Thoreau, 1817 – 1862
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Quote of the Week…
“Don’t let people pull you into their storm. Pull them into your peace.” Pema Chödrön, 1936-
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Dial Up…
I have a tiny journal in which I write a sentence each day in response to a happiness quote, reminding me to focus on the good. One recent prompt encouraged me to look at past experiences with a happy heart, to fill my life with joyous memories. Training your vision toward the smiles and laughs…
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A Letter to My Family and Friends…
My sister tells me I used to write poetry while she played piano. I remember sitting in my closet to read or write. It didn’t matter that they were silly little poems and stories. Later I wrote recaps of football games my dad watched. Didn’t every kid do that? No big deal. Easily dismissed, especially…
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Just Breathe…
When I am rankled by small everyday disturbances or overcome by world events, I remind myself to breathe. Just breathe. I use it as a prayer or meditation, repeating “Breathe in Peace, Breathe out Love.” Sometimes it takes a few cycles for me to believe it, but eventually the breath slows, my mind relaxes, and…
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