Know love. Know joy.
Know love. Know joy.
My oldest friend Connie, yes it's been over 50 years friends, today at our families' seasonal reunuion says that she delights in crossing things off her bucket list. This is the joy of knowing you no longer have to worry about doing things you thought you should do before you die. Purging the should from your bucket list is the greatest item to add to your list. Thanks Connie!
I'm always inspired by the suggestion, not sure of the source, that our deepest self is that which we most admire in people and admiration is the first step in remembering who we are.
Reading John McKnight's "The Careless Society." It's a compassionate and ruthless call for ending all dependence on public services and the end of clienthood.
It is a joy to hear someone speak this truth. I've heard it said by First Nation Leaders and transformation leaders around the world. It's affirmation that everyone is a gift to be engaged, not a problem to be solved. Let's end the corrupt ideologies that perpetuate dependancies that depower people.
This is what we call in the States the "holiday" season which is code for commercialized religion which is code for using religious nostalgia and spirit to inspire people to a season of guilty consumerism.
Is there a better way to transition between years?
What if more bars and liquor stores started to create community among their customers? My guess is that it would lead to more delight than drunkenness. There is so much evidence that isolation is related to unhealed pain and abuse.
One of the my favorite therapist mentors back in the '70s did just this and healed more lives than anyone could count. He was a renegade, and as usual it make miracles happen.
Apparently, most food in stores has been brought to you by chemicals and hormones. Even the least suspicious species of flora and fauna.
How much is healthy food worth to you? Would you grow food from hormones and chemicals if so how much? The research is interesting.
I want to spend a summer just touring the globe interviewing bikers to see if their perspective and aesthetic has changed significantly from just a couple of generations ago. What do you think?
We have a popular yoga studio in our neighborhood and I often cross paths with their devotees. With very few exceptions, they will absolutely not respond to a hello. Recently I sat next to one of them on the bus and my hello was returned with stone cold silence, an almost impossibility with anyone else on any public transportation.
I'm at a loss for logical explanations except that once a friend of mine who was also an esteemed yoga teacher commented that yoga strengthens people's narcisism. Perhaps.
I often remind people that the impossible is more of a statement about our faith in ourselves than in the capability of reality. We are far more collectively capable of what we consider the impossible than our low self-esteem could ever imagine.
Start living from the expectation that the impossible is always possible. See what happens to your spirit.
