Every Day Zen
I have a single document of quotations, my latest method of holding onto words that say so much so succinctly. I write about words of others to see where mine take me. So, as I was browsing through my quotable pages, I found Paul Klee’s “a single day is enough to make us a little... Continue Reading →
All life in this dimension has its seasons but some cycles are smoother than others. The #DailyDose isn’t always easy to swallow, especially when seasons change. Fall, once my favorite time of year, foreshadows the leaving of hot and humid summer, green becoming yellow or orange but brittle nonetheless, a forecast of the future, subtropical... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView, "One with the Wood," is about mornings and beginnings, in particular the why of my morning mantra. I wanted to capture being in the moment as if it were a destination. Always brings a smile to my face, too. What I discovered was less control meant a lot more living. I hope you... Continue Reading →
To begin by doing no harm. An idea so stunning it stops me in my tracks--every day. On some, it paralyzes but not on this day. Having just finished meditation and yoga, I am in the kitchen, chopping vegetables--kale, carrots, mushrooms--for my weekly pot of soup with pinto beans. It’s a simple fare, full of... Continue Reading →
What is in a crumb? Not joy, Mary Oliver has said, so what worth then, the crumb? It has matter, if not joy. Writing is more matter than crumb but when my chronic disease flares, words flee. I wonder where words go; I, too, would like such a refuge. Instead, I sit in fog or... Continue Reading →
“Bloom where you’re planted.” I can still see the poster. Standard blue-sky, sunshine background while in the fore, a yellow daylily, red tulip, or purple iris. I never bought the philosophy or the poster but I never forgot the words. From decade to decade they revisit, and this past week, I was glad to see... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView is “How Not to Become a Zen Master.” My neighbor, Grace, is a woman of few words because that’s all she needs. She’s an inspiration at 90 but I suspect this has been true all her life. Take a seat on the swinging bench to read of grace, gratitude, and why reading the... Continue Reading →
My writing is going well these days for which I am grateful. Yet, life requires focus on each moment and not just writing. Too often, I think I know better, and I don’t. So, I am shown that I’m responsible for the energy I bring to any space. (Thank you for that, Dr. Jill Bolte... Continue Reading →
I am now 60 plus 6. It’s messy but comfortable. When I began my sixth decade, I had an inkling of awareness so I put it in a box, all wrapped up with corners taped neatly. Its bow not yet pulled. Not a strand of ribbon out of place. Unopenly adorned. On any day, an... Continue Reading →
