Fostering a new renaissance through creativity, authenticity, spirituality, and art
A month ago, I blogged about being positive as the first entry in a project of more consciously imbibing qualities of Spirit; I am choosing one to focus on each month, and writing down my thoughts about what I learned.
What a relief it is to be able to say that all of our youngest daughter’s college applications are sent off!
I have often done very well forgiving as Jesus did on the cross, “Forgive them for they know not what they do.” In fact, there have been such major healings experienced related to this approach that it is my go-to stance whenever I am the brunt of someone’s inconceivable actions.
Can we create a worthy educational system and a fair college application process that honors their potential and makes the most of it? Please, as Americans, let us embrace and nurture our gifted instead of being such fools.
In whatever way, may each individual be led to the blissful communion, the blessed companionship, and transformative healing power that is only available in silent prayer.
High school is a time to tailor offerings even more diligently to the specific needs of our unique pupils than ever before. It is not a time to buckle to the “system” and start playing the “game.”
Our youngest daughter is deep in her 11th grade year, when a lot of kids feel an enormous amount of stress. She just took the ACT for the first time last Saturday, and she’s got the SAT as well as SAT Subject tests coming in a couple months, which is a lot for a homeschooler … Read more
Well, our son was supposed to return from Winter Camp at Crystal Lake tomorrow, but because of this snow storm (some say blizzard) on the east coast
I was six on a trip out west with my family. As the youngest, I was standing on the picnic table bench facing the ponderosa pines as my father cooked the meat. Savory smells were
Here are Mark Twain’s Rules of Writing (from Mark Twain’s scathing essay on the Literary Offenses of James Fenimore Cooper):
I am at Creative Arts Camp on the shores of Long Lake in Maine yet again – for my eighth consecutive year – while my husband holds down the fort at home with
My mom’s mother was strong and smart, a beautiful lady with thick hair and lavender eyes. She didn’t get to go to college but had really wanted to. Her husband died during the depression, when my mom was two. She spent her life selling corsets out of her home to support her two children –my … Read more
Every year for the past 13 years I have given a sermon at our clergy association’s three hour community Good Friday service. I was to discuss Luke 23:1-12 in…
Jesus said, “the sheep follow him for they know his voice.” (John, chapter 10) I heard a story about this the other night that has had me thinking.
Our daughter is rightfully euphoric to have completed her senior essay and turned it in last night. This 42 page paper on Tocqueville’s Democracy in America…
A blog reader actually said that to me yesterday. To quote my Dad’s mother, “Ha!” It is only because of my doggedly positive perspective that it may seem…
Overall this is a blog about hope. I would feel remiss not addressing this challenging issue here. These are kids I don’t know, and I want them protected from…