Some of the things I do daily are so dead simple they’re almost stupid. Filling the xerox machine with paper when it’s empty. Picking up the chunks of (clean) toilet paper people throw on the bathroom floor. Picking up bits of glass and plastic on trails and sidewalks. None of this is my job–or is … Continue reading Someone Should Do Something
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
“Wanted: Experienced male window-dresser. 20+, full clean driving licence. Must be prepared to travel.” Back in the days when one could advertise for precisely the staff member you wanted without the risk of appearing politically incorrect, that was the advert that caught my eye. To be fair, at just… Continue reading Who says you can’t?
Originally posted on smilecalm:
“Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson contemplative forest spot ~d nelson Slow down don’t move so fast, dear one. Saying she is in a hurry, smiles while passing on the left. Enjoying this sacred moment dear one, I asked? He said nothing, grinning as… Continue reading Passing on the Right
Originally posted on Singing Head:
A recurrent theme in my explorations over the last few years is that of sacred waters. Waters rising from the ground in springs and wells carry a sense of the riches of the dark underworld coming into consciousness. Still waters in a lake or pond echo calm perception. The roaring, tumbling… Continue reading Sacred Waters
Three minutes without air, and your brain begins to die. A first responder will check an unconscious person for breathing even before they look for bleeding. Our breath is our most direct connection to life. So I invite you to take a breath and hold it. How long can you do so? Unless you’re a … Continue reading As Close As Your Next Breath
Pardon me, do you have a minute to talk about water? I really think this conversation is long overdue. When you turn your tap, have you ever considered where the cool clean miracle that comes out of it came from? Go ahead. Get a glass. Fill it up and take a drink. Feel it slip … Continue reading 70% of All of Us
I saw the last of the steam schooners die. It wasn’t dignified. She was tucked away out of sight while the repair tab mounted until her collapse was only a matter of time. After the people who should have been her guardians took the bits and pieces of her deemed to be worth saving, she … Continue reading Broken Chain
