Gratitude Journal/7
Dear Doc, Thank you for leaving voice messages for me. You may say three or four sentences, but your voice is always calming to me. (I trust that your voice has that same beneficent effect…
Dear Doc, Thank you for leaving voice messages for me. You may say three or four sentences, but your voice is always calming to me. (I trust that your voice has that same beneficent effect…
Dear Kelley, Thanks for this week’s nocturnal emails expressing indignation, that, yes, injustice continues to spread misery all over the planet. What can I say in response? How can we resist being colonized, mentally enslaved…
Tasha Morris sent me a message a few weeks ago and I post a portion of it below. She told me I could share it, no problem. We studied Social Justice in spring 2007 at…
Thanks to Tricia Stackle Who in 2001 introduced me to Carrie Culver Who in 2011 introduced me to Katy Didden Who in 2011 introduced me to Lindsay Sihilling Who in 2012 introduced me to Kelley Schwartz…
Back then we did shots Of Liquid Cocaine Feasted on the dishes At Little Saigon Café Talked about Red Warren’s All the King’s Men You gave me an authentic George W. Bush doll
Several of us have been meeting weekly at a friend’s home on DeMun in a class, “Expanding the Heart: The Practice of Gratitude.” We’re keeping gratitude journals. Here’s a recent entry from mine. Thank you,…
It’s easy to be in the present moment With Anne Fitzgerald I want to listen I want to be receptive I want to assure her That Jesus was right: You, Annie Fitzgerald, are the light…
Thank you, Katie Consamus, for responding pronto to my needy request for feedback. Whoosh, you delivered big time! I’m in a new phase of the journey, time to kick it like karate and finish this…
I wrote this a long time ago … From the tears on my cheek It feels like two minutes ago…. First memory: It’s late 1998, I’m sitting outside at McGee’s, a local bar, with…
for all dear friends who are returning, all dear friends who are leaving, and all dear friends who are staying … Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was…