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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-37

Along with most of the nation, the irrationality of someone choosing to gun down people enjoying a concert continues to haunt me.  For me, this is the ultimate act of terror.  Anyone: enjoying a concert, the 4th of July fireworks, a baseball game, waiting for a train… you name it. It would be easier if the killer had tell-tale signs. Rather, he’s  someone who buys a house for his mother, takes care of his girlfriend, and is loved by his brother. He’s someone whose friends attest to his caring nature. Sometimes it seems almost wrong to count my blessings in…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-34

Today I’m on a road trip with CeCi and her brood.  It’s a bittersweet trip as we take Mr. B to Wyo-tech to begin his all-grown-up years perfecting his talents and skills as a craftsman.  He’s the first grandchild to leave the nest for school. “You seem like a man,” I said to him over lunch. “Yup,” he replied taking another bite of his Colossal Fish Sandwich at Primanti Brothers.   Besides sharing the launch of the next stage of Mr. B’s life, here’s a few more things that give me joy this week. The Pirates vs Cardinal game in…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock:  2017-33

A cold caught me last weekend.  I’ve been battling with it ever since.  Today I feel the only thing left is the August allergy ailments. Since it’s past mid-September, and the August allergy ailments are just beginning, I count that as a good thing.  Perhaps that explains why my reasons to rejoice this week are unduly centered around my upper respiratory system. Here are a few things that make me snort for joy this week. .Saline solutions and a battery operated Netty Pot. I thought the Netty was some sort of torture.  Love-One swears by it.  I finally got on…

Without Buddha….

“I’m reading Paul Knitter’s Without Buddha I Could Not Be Christian,” I said to Wrestler #1.  “I might be Buddhist.” “Oh, you are,” he said.  He’s an atheist Buddhist.   A few weeks ago, I attended a vigil for peace at the Blue Lotus Temple in a neighboring town. I left filled with peace and hope.  Read more about the event here. Blue Lotus Temple was once a Puritan church with very Catholic stained glass windows.  Buddha teaches a way of being that encourages love of self, or others, and even of enemies.  On Wrestler #1’s birthday, we. talked a…

Total eclipse of my heart

I’m still basking in the afterglow of the Solar Totality.  I wanted to go to the totality with my whole heart.  Loved-One did not.  With about as much intensity.  You see, we’d already derived 6 hours in the opposite directions to attend a family reunion.  “The traffic will be bad. We don’t have any glasses.  We don’t have anyplace to stay.” All logical arguments.  Loved-One gave them to me and to anyone nearby, as a rebuttal to my enthusiasm. “I have a plan,” I said.  I repeated my mantra, as if saying it would make it so. “So what’s your…

Pause, breathe, and take stock: 2017-31

Oh my, late to post again this week.  I had a list.  I did.  I began my list last Wednesday, noticing the wonderful and the miniscule things that bring me joy.  I thought I saved them; looked for them yesterday.  Now, I must start over from scratch.  Perhaps like my grocery lists, always left behind, the simple act of writing them down will help me remember what I wrote. Here are a few things that bring me joy this week, in no particular order: Cool evening, open windows, and night insects singing me to sleep. Twenty-one years of marriage to…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-25

Joyce did yoga every evening on the beach. It was harder than you might think.  The shifing sand underfoot, the undulating horizon, and the occasional gusts challenged even the best yogis’ balance. That was just the start for Joyce.   The tweee of the gulls, the frenzied scurry of sandpiper, and the occasional soft-shell crab, snipped and peeled her concentration.  The own internal chatter refused to quiet: unending to-do lists, what-if, and when-is, snagged her heart center and toppled her tree pose. That’s when she saw the bottle. And the note, of course.  The bottled washed in and out with…

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