Sep
24
Anthologies | Day, Energy, Love, manipulation, Spirit
Our thoughts are always transparent to our spirit. There is no delay in calling out what we have done. My only request when you read this letter, is that you realize the source; my inability to act with more kindness during my day. Today I connected and… (read the rest)
Sep
22
Impromptu Letters | antics, Caregiver, composure, Day, Soap opera
During meditation last week a naughty little thought came to mind : Are we feeling a little superior because of the apparent ability to cope with our day, when others seem to lack such capacity? I say this in practical jest. As you peruse your office space,… (read the rest)
Aug
26
Anthologies | Achieve, Day, Goal, Moment, Prepare
A reader requested an article be created on the subject of goal setting. Our repertoire would not be complete without fine tuning this definition. The idea gives way to much that we can put into place on a consistent basis. It is not repetition. Nor is impertinent… (read the rest)
Aug
21
Impromptu Letters | Day, Morning Glory, Silence, Squeaky Wheel, Voice
“What’s so jubilant about my day” many of you ask. Those words roll over like a tired trilogy, again, again and again. We tend to repeat what we don’t need and forget to say to ourselves what we do need. Senseless words are born out of desperation… (read the rest)
Aug
19
Impromptu Letters | Day, Question, Task, Think
One astute reader asked a valid question of me today. What was the single most important thing I’ve done with my day. I had to think, but only for a moment. (see my posted answer here)Many of us would deny the answers that we think are valid,… (read the rest)