Shortened version: Told in 44 words: In nirvana sat the monk inhaling, exhalingwhen a samuraicut in, demanding, "Heaven, hell: teach me the meaning!""I've no time for rudeness," replied the monk,…
In moments of great anxiety and enfeebling grief, conjure up that special place that brings you joy. Soar, then watch the enfeebling emotions flutter, drift off, and shift into nothing. Find joy.
We live. We learn. We remember. We grow. No redos but if you do it with your whole heart you become the best version of yourself. That’s my hope for you. xo
Our greatest challenge today: to witness the injustice and not let it consume our inner light. And to still find something to be grateful for. For that, we must sit still and just listen.
A poem about a delightful sunset that turned sunny in the morning. Hope you enjoy it.
Everything I do in the garden is fun. I smile a lot then. But then the next day... but then I remember, that the flowers are the custodians of the smiles I cannot make shine in the morning, and that I can collect those smiles from the garden where I left them. I wish you smiles. I wish you miracles.
A fun Etheree for Tanka Tuesday that asks help to bloom into my purpose. And if I don't mend my selfish ways, I deserve to be hurled to the moon, never to return. Imagine that! Thanks for reading.
Do you know Jeremiah? His problem-- lamentation? Was it real or was it all in his head? Are we like Jeremiah? Then we should try to change our self talk. This article is inspired by a writing prompt about 'lament.' I hope you enjoy it.
The Moon. What's not to love about her?
A fable for you today, dear friends, a hope for your wellbeing, and a wish for miracles. Drop me a line to let me know how and if you're enjoying these 30 days-30 poems. Be well.
When We Talk About Mindfulness, We are talking about the alert presence of mind. About bringing that innate awareness we already possess and making it sharper. About paying attention. About practicing wakefulness.