One of my favorite children’s books is “Scarecrow” by Cynthia Rylant which speaks of the peace of the scarecrow’s life in poetic prose. The story is an allegory for the impermanence of human existence. Every time I read it to my children, I am struck by these lines: “He knows he isn’t real. A scarecrow…
I’m going under. Wish me luck.
“When you begin to justify or defend your position or go into a story, simply notice what you are doing, then return to the inquiry again. The mind’s war with itself is the old way. If you can’t stop the war within, you can’t stop the war outside. Welcome to the new way. Welcome to…
“You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things.” – Walt Whitman The same is true of love, sexuality, sensuality, men and women. Sometimes we just have to…
Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painted sign and heart cut-outs? The proprietor was equally as cute.
“There are many paths to Love and I believe all of them, at some point, must pass through the gate of compassion.” -Kymberlee della Luce More thoughts on on Compassion: Feel the pain of others. Understand their struggles and disappointments, their hardships and inadequecies, and open your heart to them. Realize that everyone is doing…