Gratitude
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He Reads Poetry
He reads poetry. Reading poetry is, for him, not unlike getting a long drink of cold water after running several miles on a hot, dusty summer day. His whole body craves it, needs it, not only good on the lips,… Continue reading
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Snacking on Human Remains
I'm dreaming, and in my dream, I'm looking at a new product, either candy or snacks made from human remains. And while the idea seems slightly repellent, it isn't entirely so–it seems like a good use of a resource that… Continue reading
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Compassion for Myself
I need to feel and express compassion for othersbut also compassion for myself expansive loving nonjudgmental listening open-hearted forgiving free-ranging compassion Acceptance (as is)of weaknesses and failings because all is well and all is well and all manner of things… Continue reading
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Where Will This Day Take Me?
Morning. Yawning. Curious cat, purring. My life. New day. Where will this day take me? Will I learn something of value? meet someone intriguing? do something helpful? find pleasure? satisfaction? hope? sorrow? Will I be in awe at some point?… Continue reading
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On Writing
Sometimes, when I sit writing in my journal–a pen and paper affair, not on the computer–I am amazed how effortlessly writing occurs. I'm watching these words flow from my pen. What a remarkable thing! I can communicate this way, and… Continue reading