As the year draws to a close …

I was introduced to Pema Chödrön, the American Tibetan Buddhist nun and teacher, back in 2014 on an Oprah Winfrey show, Super Soul Sunday. I  was instantly enthralled, just loved what she had to say and have been following her ever since, although not religiously (no pun intended).

Last Saturday she showed up in my Facebook newsfeed. She was the subject of a story from a Brain Pickings newsletter.

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Never have I so looked forward to saying good-bye …

I have had it with 2016. good-bye

Cannot wait for it to come to an end.

It’s been an endless procession of pain and misery and tears. Of death and destruction. Of negativity. Pessimism. Shattered hopes and dreams.

The world over. Not much in the way of good news anywhere.

People have been felled by bullets, by bombs, by acts of terror, by earthquakes, by floods and fires, by hurricanes and tornados. They’ve been taken because of alcohol and drug Continue reading

Glory Hallelujah!

Yes, I am happy.  Very happy.  Jumping for joy happy.  Nope, I did not win a lottery.  This is better, actually.  Yeah, better than winning a lottery.  I may actually breakthroughhave talked about this before.  Doesn’t matter.  I’m gonna talk about it again.  It’s different this time anyhow.

For at least the last twenty years I’ve wanted to write a book.  Nothing to do with ego, I have just always thought there was one in me.  God knows I tried.  I gave myself headaches trying to come up with topics.  I’d write a few sentences, maybe a paragraph or two, only to end up ripping the sheet of paper off the pad, crumpling it up in a ball and tossing it.  I even took a book writing course, which I really enjoyed.  Not that

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Day 80. Sentimental Value

While objects, ‘things’, can never be as important to us as the people in our lives, we still feel a sense of loss when we lose them, or when they’re  taken from us.  It’s not really the item we’re upset about.  Well, maybe initially it is.  But not in the longer term.  Because whatever it is, it can be replaced.

But what can never be replaced is the sentimental value associated with that piece of jewelry.  Or scrapbook.  Or punch bowl.  Or photograph.  Or whatever it is, that’s now gone.  The story that goes along with it, the memories of how it came in to your life and what role it played, the new life it took on when it came into your possession; it’s not covered by insurance.  Its value is not monetary.

Like my mother’s autograph book.  She always loved ‘live’ entertainment, even as a young child.  From the time I was little, I remember her telling me about going to movies and seeing a singer or dancer as part of the ticket price.  She saw Cab Calloway and Ella Fitzgerald.  Duke Ellington, Lena Horne, Frank Sinatra when he was still a skinny kid, Continue reading