I like the idea of starting each day with a spiritual practice.A morning prayer, short or long, sets your intention for the day.This morning I think of friends going through hard times with their health, their relationship, their financial well-being.And wish them peace.And oh yes, I wish peace for . . .
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We are on our way home to Florida this morning. We haven't heard back on the house.Have a great Sunday! . . .
That's the thing about dogs. And to some extent cats. They think good thoughts.Of dog biscuits and walks in the park. Of being brushed and petted.And, if you are Riley, of being worshipped.Oh, congratulations to Laura and her new King Charles spaniel. Our dogs send their best wuffs to Lily in her . . .
The only true paradise is the one you've lost. ~ Marcel ProustHow many times have we failed to appreciate something fully, until it's lost to us for good?At that point, we'd give anything to go back. To make it right. To fully appreciate it.To have the paradise we failed to recognize when we had . . .
We're not born with self confidence. It comes with life experience. And some find it earlier than others.M. remembers me as that young woman who lacked confidence, and when we first got back together, he'd say things that were clearly meant to build my belief in myself.It threw me, because if . . .
Just before my 1pm writing class, I spoke with my California friend who's been diagnosed with her second form of cancer in less than two years. A very painful one right now. Treatment can be very effective for this chronic form, and we hope and pray it will be.She's strong. She has a powerful . . .
The earth is the Lord's and everything in it.-- Psalm 24:1 . . .
We're heading off to do some shopping.My vacation has inspired me to find even more tasty and creative recipes, and I found a delicious scallops dish that I want to make for tonight's dinner. Champagne's chilling. It's not Prosecco, but I had it on hand.I LOVE to cook and can't wait til next year . . .
Jim Carroll, the poet and punk rocker in the outlaw tradition of Rimbaud and Burroughs who chronicled his wild youth in “The Basketball Diaries,” died on Friday at his home in Manhattan. He was 60.“I met him in 1970, and already he was pretty much universally recognized as the best poet of his . . .