Sweep the mind clean like a field of dry stubble when the constellations of daisies have been mown —Mary Barnard Sometimes my mind is like a cluttered garage with seemingly unrelated thoughts stacked all over the place. Other times,…
beautiful lines of green run through the summer dishes —Tatsuko Hoshino My summer dishes are edged in green with flowers along the border. Using seasonal items, eating seasonal food, wearing seasonal clothes, reminds me that I am part…
Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere. —Anonymous So many things to worry about and so little time! After many years of diligent worry practice, I realized…
If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito. —Dalai Llama When I think of mosquitoes, I think of being annoyed, itchy, losing sleep and possibly made ill. Not the kind…
Indeed, it is precisely in a period of great spiritual and societal hunger like our own that we most need to open minds, hearts, and memories to those times when women and men actually dreamed of new possibilities for…
a small dew droplet sits atop a bright green leaf morning air is a gift —T. Iverson We are surrounded by beauty, refreshment and an infinite number of gifts, if we only take the time to notice. Most…
Be skeptical, but learn to listen. —Don Miguel Ruiz and Don Jose Ruiz from The Fifth Agreement “I can’t hear you. I have carrots in my ears.” I forget what story that’s from but those lines stay with me….
Always do your best. —Don Miguel Ruiz and Don Jose Ruiz from The Fifth Agreement Just writing that takes me back to the bad, old days of my perfectionism. Perfectionism says “Always do your best to be perfect.” Perfectionism…
Don’t make assumptions. —Don Miguel Ruiz and Don Jose Ruiz from The Fifth Agreement When I was in third grade, I made my mother a box of brownies as a surprise one evening. Boy, was it a surprise!…
Please excuse this interruption to our regularly scheduled series on The Fifth Agreement; we’ll return to that next week. I saw this poem and it spoke to me about what is happening in Minneapolis and so many other places around…