Impermanence.

I am reading an extraordinary new book, The Five Invitations by Frank Ostaseski. Extraordinary. Am only half way through and it's already had a huge impact on me. I will write about it in greater detail when I finish. One of the words that really moved me in the book is the word "impermanence".  I …

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Thanksgiving. Every day.

I have always been fascinated by Thanksgiving. THE day when we pause, reflect and give thanks to all the things we are grateful for. Fascinated not because it's such an interesting topic, fascinated as to why we don't do this EVERYDAY! I have read so much about the benefits of gratitude... https://www.today.com/health/be-thankful-science-says-gratitude-good-your-health-t58256 https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/what-mentally-strong-people-dont-do/201504/7-scientifically-proven-benefits-gratitude https://www.forbes.com/sites/amymorin/2014/11/23/7-scientifically-proven-benefits-of-gratitude-that-will-motivate-you-to-give-thanks-year-round/#582ef11d183c As …

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Equanimity.

  Zen Story: Maybe There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it …

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My Suffering. My Greatest Teacher. Part 2…Other People’s Suffering.

I was so pleased that my blog last week generated such a nice response, very grateful it seemed to touch a nerve with some people who read it. I actually have a bit more to share on this topic of how I learned that my sufferings were actually my blessings and  greatest teachers. I re-read …

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My Suffering. My Greatest Teacher.

I had what you would call a "non-traditional" childhood. Perhaps that's the kind way of saying it. The truth was that it was hard, confusing, painful and, more often than not, terrifying. My parents struggled in their own relationship and, sadly, left my siblings and I to largely fend for ourselves. Not that we went …

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