It is still this morning. No breeze stirring the trees. Sun just rising over the mountains. A few birds signaling each other and their presence. A time to center, to focus, to look in, and out. Grateful for a peaceful start to this day. Decisions can wait for now while I contemplate Another new day.
Most people cannot project with much clarity or certainty what their future is going to be like without work, without a job, although many dream of that day. The big exception is people who through no fault of theirs, lose their job. Some make it, some don’t, but that is not what this is about.
From the original “holy days” and retaining The meaning of holy which is “set apart.” Each holiday is apart from the others that remain Ordinary and routine, while the holiday is imbued with Special meaning and some kind of elegant celebration. These are days that give homage to Light, to beliefs, to beginnings and endings.
I watched a very large tree swaying in the wind and these thoughts came to me in a morning meditation. Work with the forces that seek to move you. Adapt and adjust so that you do not break because you are too rigid. Be flexible and move in several different directions, back and forth, up
I’ve always liked the word miasma and can’t tell you why except that it may be somewhat onomatopoeic. That’s another word I like and I had to look up the correct spelling because I was sure there was a “t’ in there. Regardless of the trivia here’s my brief take on the current political miasma.
Who knew that Tuesday, April 4, is National Healthy Schools Day? I heard it on CBS Sunday morning news on April 2 and rather soon thereafter sat down to offer up these thoughts. Since I spent the majority of my career working with schools, especially quite a few of the 130,000 K-12 schools in the