
Nature teaches us how to be quiet and calm.
*from William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
My favorite lines are the last three:
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

Nature teaches us how to be quiet and calm.
*from William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
My favorite lines are the last three:
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

We believe the “right” amount of money will afford us freedom.
We believe that being 100% safe will make us free.
But what will really give you freedom is complete acceptance of reality and even looking forward to your “fears” coming true.
When you practice dread, you practice imprisonment.
When you welcome everything, you liberate yourself.
*creativebug.com (Lisa Congdon)

Anger is a huge ego inflator. Lashing out is an attempt to make someone feel guilty. And then your ego feels superior. But it’s not helpful to you or the recipient. It simply creates more drama.
Elkhart Tolle

Grandma is visiting us
she got a really bad perm
and her hearing has worsened since her last visit
They love her, but The Teens don’t like kimchi
Obvious and unsaid:
You, my daughters, are the land
ravaged by a series of battles from all sides,
the cry of hungry orphans
and thousands of years of cultural pride
You are the Hermit Kingdom and King Sejong’s children –
the offspring of a man who reinvented an alphabet
so the common man as well as royalty
could read –
You are women warriors
You might have to fight
for what others are given
but you will never back down

The most important resource is resourcefulness.
Tony Robbins

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

It takes two to keep it going.

I am grateful for the early morning intention
To feed my daughters earth’s fruits
At lunch when I am absent
my love is omnipresent
I am grateful for the pesky wind
That musses “perfect” hair
And shouts sweet nothings in my ears
All are signs that I’m alive
I am grateful for the cuts on my fingers
They scream silently as I work
scabs, wrinkles, dry cuticles –
My hands are marked with ravages of time and labor

This camel is carrying a light load. Shouldn’t you?

Violin I normally carries the melody,
yet no member is “most important”
They communicate with eyes and breath
in perfect rhythm, spreading joy