inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
I do not understand the language of texting, or bar codes containing paragraphs of information. I do not understand how people do not know how to count change, what their own phone number is, or how communication and society have morphed into a world of antonyms. Words such as cooperation, negotiation, impartial, conversation, politeness, and respect …
I wonder how healthy Americans would be if: The government gave everyone $2,000/year to spend on the preventive care of their choice. Western medicine would partner with the wonders of alternative, eastern, and non-traditional medicine. Big Pharma and lawyers stopped advertising. Insurance companies allowed patients to select their own doctor, and gave doctors enough time …
...with the key thrown away --- my choice, that is. I use to think if I made a choice I had to live with it --- that there was no turning back. That if I changed my mind it meant I was inferior. That if I selected one thing, that that was that and that …
Have you ever had that Twilight Zone feeling, like when the phone rings and an inner voice says, "Don't answer it," only to ignore the warning and have that phone call forever change your life? I did. And it wasn't for the best. Two years later I was still recouping my life yet it would …
"Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry --- all forms of fear --- are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of non-forgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence." --- Eckhart Tolle The greatest gift from anyone is to be present. …
There they were, in plain sight --- my car keys laying on the driver's seat and cell phone plugged into the charger. In the midst of holiday shopping, with several more stops to go, I wanted to get home before heavy traffic stole more time. Oh well. The biting cold stung my uncovered ears and …
I didn't think much about gratitude while growing up. Actually, I'd say I was pretty ungrateful in those years. Raised in a dysfunctional family --- although I didn't know that's what it was then, just that my father would rage at a moment's notice --- we often ran for our lives. Literally. It wasn't until …
wRighTing My Life 