Are you #IAB ? In the poop of it, I offer my opinion on this mind-boggling paradox of the times we're living in: insurmountable venues for entertainment, yet we’re bored, and life is downright boring. How is that possible? #SMH
I felt it was time I dedicated one for all sons all over the world in praise of fathers, step fathers, father figures all over the world. I know this is a shared prayer. You have no sons? Feel free to insert that person who lives in your heart. I bless you.
A poem that came about after writing an article on compassion. Please enjoy the simplicity in this poem and if you have time for more, there's always more: words and coffee.
Oh, goodie, we get to see the beginning of another new year. Happy end of the holiday ‘Season,’ a fantabulous New Year. May the New Year bring you closer to fulfilling the desires you hold dearest in your heart, and most of all, I Wish You Miracles.
Music is something we all associate with youth, and we can always relate the two by the type of music we listened to. In a big way, that is how we express and search for meaning and balance in life. And value. Sometimes we stumble on it when still young, but many times, generations transpire before we find it. That is the way of the world. But each generation extracts different meanings from different situations, and, right or wrong, everyone arrives at the right conclusions at the exact moment they’re ready. How? Are you with the majority or part of the minority? In music, as in all things, a small minority might be just what we need to continue the ripple effect.
Friendship is what keeps me going. "Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.” ~ Francesco Guicciardini
A short poem about how we're more alike than different: the poem is complemented by an article on compassion, which offers practical examples of how we can be more accepting of each other. All these points help us to understand the characteristics of compassion. I hope you enjoy it.
I grew up believing that bells are a reminder to spread goodwill. All bells. Did you hear any bells growing up? Did they go unnoticed, or did they symbolize something particular to you? What about last year? Did you hear the bells at year-end? In my area, no bells rang on New Year's Eve.
In the 1990s I was a new mother raising my kids in a land so foreign than my own that tuning in to the way I saw my mommy-friends do it turned to be the new normal I wanted to imitate. I tried the mamachari... "The mamachari is a cultural icon, it’s the Japanese equivalent of the family station wagon. It’s the family workhorse used on shopping runs, for riding to the local station, taking the kids to school or picking them up from sports practice. Without it families around the country would be in a right pickle. "— Byron Kidd
I know that some of you reading this article today are feeling beat, depressed, disillusioned about things like your children’s prom as early as next month, perhaps; their upcoming class trips, graduations, and moving plans — that are yet to happen in the summer months. Now that we’re committed to living in the present, shouldn’t we be letting go of worrying over things that have yet to come to pass? Let’s not rush things. Instead, I ask that you put your hands together for the young ones, like yours in your homes, who are braving it now, here in Japan. Right now these young kids are living through those same milestone events that are yet to come in your area.