Speaking of rose gardens…
My spiritual practice of checking the Astronomy Picture of the Day provided me with a lovely celebration of Valentine’s Day, The Rosette Nebula.
My spiritual practice of checking the Astronomy Picture of the Day provided me with a lovely celebration of Valentine’s Day, The Rosette Nebula.
I was surprised to discover (through the Scribe Jamboree and Arbitrary Marks) that some similar thinking about the human mind’s tendency to create stories is going on at thinkBuddha.org and New Scientist magazine. I posted earlier this month on what I had been pondering privately for a long time – Can I tell you a…
An important part of the Christmas holiday season had always been being full of a spirit of generosity. As I look at what the holidays mean to me now and seek to recapture the magic, I can see that generosity became one of the stumbling blocks for me as I descended into my scroogism. On…
I want desperately to be a green-thumbed person. My spiritual worldview is largely centered around connectedness to nature. The knowledge that I tend to kill plants makes me feel like some kind of unnatural menace. When someone gives me a plant as a gift, I smile but I’m thinking “No! For the love of God,…
I mentioned in a previous post that through blogging I had developed a writing practice. That sounded kind of grand, but it really isn’t. I’m exited that I am finally writing on a regular basis (well semi-regularly anyway). I have had a somewhat tortured relationship with writing over the years. Through blogging I am finally…
In a recent post, I referred to my husband as a “holiday scrooge” and described myself as having become disillusioned with the holidays at one point in my life never having recovered (very dramatic). However, I did not fully admit that what I had become was a holiday scrooge myself. Very easy to toss that…
Since I’m having trouble posting regularly lately, I realized that I should occasionally share what I’m writing in my online class discussions. We recently discussed mourning as a spiritual process of “letting go” and this was my response: Much of my concept of “letting go” and grieving comes from the health crisis which ended my…
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Lovely, indeed! Thanks.