You Can’t Grow Old (New Poem by Polly Castor)
The opposite of old is not young. The opposite of old is new.
Mindfulness
Right Here (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
Not easy to hear the soft chant of my breath with the rumble of river nearby.
How to have a Quieter Thought and Silence Internal Chatter
I’ve done the work to train myself to be tranquil, by conscious choice, and by continuous conditioning.
Black and White Photographs from our California Trip
Taking photos in black and white helps me focus on composition, texture, light and shadow.
What We Appreciate About Christian Science
Last Saturday we had a church meeting where we started by going around and saying what we appreciated most about Christian Science. I thought you might like to see these thoughts whether you are familiar with Christian Science or not. It was a great way to start our meeting, which was wonderful, supportive, and forward … Read more
Disinterest is a Spiritual Act (Quote by Cecil Touchon)
The practice of disinterest is about honoring your time, your life, and your gift by choosing to go where the light is, and leaving the rest behind.
Spring Morning After Rain (New Poem by Polly Castor with Spring Flower Photos from our Yard)
The air is moist, and the almost sultry breeze is laden with the fragrance of soil so scrumptious, it invites gestation…
Tuscan Textures (Photos)
I enjoy collecting images of textures, as well as incorporating some of them in my artwork.
I’m the kind of person that…
What positive opposite do you want claim to spur consistent improvement?
An Altar in the World (Book Review)
Her point is for us to notice and appreciate the holiness of right where we are, and I love that message.
Concerns to Pray About or Do Something About
I hope posts such as this one help myself and you be part of the solution, which is a different, but very valid, form of amplifying good.
No Excuse for Blind Hope (Quote from Keith Collins)
We are enough to make a difference if we maintain our integrity.
Snowy Night (poem by Mary Oliver)
Last night, an owl in the blue dark tossed an indeterminate number of carefully shaped sounds into the world…