Hello, hello, hello! Today’s topic is a continuation of yesterday. It is about living with joy… part 2, if you will 😉 Joy is sometimes misunderstood in this world. People sometimes think…
Month: September 2018
Day 57: Living with Joy
Hello and welcome to today’s blog post. It is so nice to be writing to you. It is a great to be using this channel to communicate these words. I hope they…
Day 56: Don’t Let the A$$holes Stop You
A couple of months ago I read a book called “The Asshole Survival Guide” by Robert I. Sutton. This book brings up a topic that everyone deals with but not a lot…
Day 55: Morning Glow and the Sweet Timelessness of Nature
I often go jogging on weekend mornings with my good friend Dave. A couple of Sunday mornings ago, I was at William Pond Park, a few miles away from where I live…
Day 54: Oh No! Phone Shut Down! Or How I Became a Student of H2O
Recently I have been practicing letting go of needing to control things. Somehow, I’ve come to terms with the surprising (haha) fact that I cannot control much in life, at least in…
Day 53: More of Ye Original “Shakespearian” Poetry
Tonight I am going to share some more “Shakespearian” poetry I wrote awhile ago (I also shared some a few weeks ago). These verses are in iambic pentameter, Shakespeare’s verse structure of…
Day 52: Reaching for Satisfaction
(This post is inspired by a recording I heard recently from Abraham-Hicks, where they suggested that we ask ourselves continually, “Is this satisfying?”) Hello, Friends! It is so nice to be writing…
Day 51: The Power of Inspired Action
A few months ago, my wife and I embarked upon a mission to organize our home. In fact, we hired professional organizer and friend of ours Grace Bermudes, to help us. The…
Day 50: How to Lighten Up
Hello there! It is so nice to speak with you! I am so glad to be here. Today, let’s talk about lightness. Lightness is a state of being light, being open, and…
Day 49: What is it about the Laundromat? :)
It’s a funny thing about going to the laundromat. I don’t mind it. For several years now, each Friday I have walked our freshly washed clothes (in a hamper, on a dolly)…