It's the thing about getting older--we get wiser. Usually. We realize we know less than we thought and in many cases we really know nothing. At least that's been true of me. I remember being in my early 20s and being far less able to take critical input than I am now. In fact, it didn't occur to me . . .
Big sky is calming and the rainbow coming out of the cloud looks like a bolt of spiritual lightning. We need calm and a bolt of spiritual lightning about now. I don't know about you, but I have lost any modicum of patience I had with people who say stupid things, deny reality or lack human . . .
"Not all of us can choose what we give up: the things we love are taken, or never ours at all. Life is defined not by what we let go, but by what we let in: friendship and kind words, frailty and hope. To be human is to be imperfect, and to accept that is to thrive. No path is always strewn with . . .
The gates to our "normal" lives have been closed a while and will probably remain shut for a while longer. Maybe a longer while than we think. When I look around at our closed up homes, I wonder what we are doing with all that time behind the gates. So many people are reporting their great . . .
It's Sunday. Maybe it's not your day of worship or maybe you don't worship at all. It doesn't matter. Today is your day for inspiration. Just say that it is. Here are a few Sunday thoughts: No matter what our circumstances, it is within our power to do one thing every day to make the world a . . .
Sometimes you just want a bite-sized inspiration to start your day. Or make you think. Not a treatise. Not a book. One single thought. I provide exactly that in two places you might not know about: I'd love you to follow me on Instagram. There, you'll find a daily nugget to start your day off . . .
We live in such uncivilized times, don't we? I'm beginning to really despise the way social media have become a bully pulpit for uncivilized discourse. The politics of today are really shameful. Not that politics has ever been clean, but today so much is acceptable that would have been called out at . . .
Gathered together we find our light and each spark shifts and multiplies, scattering its radiance on our ordinary lives, like everything precious, more valuable when shared. Like every common miracle, made of the stuff of stars. Let the light shine--watch for it falling one other’s faces. Count the . . .
I don't remember where i saw this image but I can tell you that it stopped me in my tracks. Because I realized how often our " what if " scenarios are bleak. Negative. And worrisome. This, however, turns that right around. I know, I know. You're afraid to "jinx it." But nothing positive you think . . .
Children of Neptune by Lisa G. Froman for the children of Parkland The children, see how they are growing, palms in air, atoning. They are arising. Neptune’s offsprings, they water our lawns with tears and carry our conscience in their levis. Not far from the mother’s breast, they dream of . . .
