How do you start your mornings? Do you have a specific routine or ritual that you follow? For many years, I have been a morning journaler. I started the habit when I first discovered The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron in 1997. Since then, few mornings have passed without my scribbling down some thoughts and ramblings in my journal. Around that same time, I began to hear a lot about meditation. My main exposure to it was at the Unity church…
Do you remember learning the days of the week when you were a little kiddo? Then you got to school and learned how to spell them. That Wed-nes-day was a tough one. Since that time, I have lived my life by those seven days of the week, but the day that has gotten more mileage than I like to admit is Someday. Try as I may, I cannot find that eighth day on any calendar, even though the Beatles sang…
Have you ever encountered a quote that just won’t leave you alone? Maybe it’s not deep or profound but somehow it just gets under your skin. A year or so ago, such a quote crossed my path. We’re all just walking one another home. –Ram DassRam Dass. If you are of a certain age or belief system, you may know of Ram Dass — the former Harvard professor turned spiritual teacher, the author of the early 70’s classic, Be Here…
When you were a kiddo, did your grandma or favorite aunt ever send you a check for your birthday or Christmas? HOLY DOLLAR BILLS! What was the first thing you did? Well, once you jumped up and down and squealed about having some money of your very own to do with as you pleased, you probably started bugging your mom or dad to take you to the bank. You could hardly wait to cash that check. I moved away from…
Do you let yourself off the hook? Sometimes I do, but I almost always regret it. I’m sitting at my computer on Monday evening. A couple of days ago, I committed to a 21-day blog challenge, which just happens to start today. It’s 10:10pm, and here I sit staring into space, yawning, and wanting to jump into my jammies and go to bed. Nothing stopping me, right? Wrong. I committed to a 21-day blog challenge. I owe somebody a blog….
Well, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty-two Guitar pickers in Nashville— John Sebastian, The Lovin’ Spoonful If you remember that song, welcome to my generation! This morning I was thinking about diet books — THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM!!! — and that line from the song, Nashville Cats, surfaced from my memory. I wonder how many diet books are out there. Every week a new one or several of them pop up on my Amazon page, so I’m sure it’s…
Grey and Yang dance it out. Stephie writes it out. Here’s a little before and after story. Yesterday I got up with things to do. Set up my planner and get my info organized. Start that course I had been putting off for days, no, weeks. I really, really needed to do these things but I kept running out of day before I got to them. I looked at the clock: 2:09. I was sitting at my desk looking at…
Over the weekend, I did something shocking. I took all of my books back to the library, dwindling my “Checked Out Items” to one CD set which I am listening to in the car. If you are a confirmed bookaholic like I am, you may check out a sizable number of books at one time. I just know I will get them all read in my spare time. My. Spare. Time. Laugh with me please. Ha-ha! Also playing into my…
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” — Martin Luther King, Jr. Today we celebrate the life of Martin Luther King. The words of his “I Have a Dream” speech are etched deeply into the annals of this nation’s history. He had a dream for which he worked tirelessly day in, day out,…
My mom died last summer. That’s my story, and I have stuck to it and it, to me. I have told it often to release some of the pain, yes, but also to get some mileage out of it. There! I said it. Sometimes I wanted people to know I was having a very bad day. Because my mommy died. At least that’s a good thing to blame for my inactivity, my lack of involvement, my inertia. Please know I…