One of the people dearest to my heart said that to me the other day. She'd just split with a long-time guy, someone she cared deeply for, but didn't love in that special, sizzling kind of way. She'd been putting off this breakup for, well, years. Yes, many years. Even thought finding love was high . . .
A longtime friend was feeling nostalgic one night, not too long ago, and emailed me with memories of a time he felt alone and we stepped up and were there for him. We were so young, all those years ago, but it's nice to remember that even that young, our hearts were in the right places. Old . . .
When was the last time you took a look inside yourself? We aren't taught to look inside ourselves, not really. If we're lucky, we learn to do it as adults. If we don't, we may be missing out on opportunities for insight that could make our lives more joyful, more purposeful and more peaceful. We . . .
Surprising, isn't it, how Albert Einstein was such a deep thinker on so many different subjects? Including religion and, it seems, conservation. I love his suggestion to "freeourselves" by being more inclusive in our compassion. Sometimes, it feels like there's too little compassion to go around, . . .
"I don't feel the same connection I once did with her," I said to my husband, not too long ago. I was talking about a longtime friend with whom it was getting harder and harder to remain connected. "You've moved on," he said,"and left her behind. She's still back in the old life." I thought about . . .
We may lose and we may win but we will never be here again He was young and impossibly fresh-faced and adorable when he came to our attention in the early 1970s, part of the Laurel Canyon, Calif. band of musicians that defined that certain country-tinged rock. The Eagles, Linda Rondstadt, Joni . . .
We are a society overloaded with information, and I fear, overloaded with activity. We're too damn busy, that's what I think. I'm thinking of myself, of course, and also some friends I know who are full up with things on their plate. Not even related things--just a random assortment of . . .
I love collage. I have no talent in the making of them, but I love them nonetheless. Special appreciation, too, when they reflect a person's identity. Who they are at their core. This bulletin board hangs in my office and I'm not sure there's anything in my house that reflects Carol more. Ok, maybe . . .
I was watching a documentary the other day about something that happened more than 80 years ago. Looking at the faces of the people in the program I saw an innocence and a wholesomeness that are missing today. I've never been much for "dreaming," not in that innocent sense that dreamers have, but . . .
Shopping for stuff is so much fun, it really is. It's one of my favorite activities. I love the feeling of buying something new and then looking forward to wearing it, whether it's a new lipstick or a new top or a rockin' pair of shoes. But here's the truth: the new wears off rather quickly. It . . .