It’s Nurturing Thursday.
I decided to join Becca Givens and I think you should, too, without invitation
Val is good enough to give me a tug by ‘liking’ one of the comments I posted in a blog.
Her site happens to be very nurturing in helping us to “Find Your Middle Ground”
Here’s to us and let us encourage one another by nurturing uplifting post.
And here’s the writer of “To Fall In love with anyone, do this” New York Times Modern Love column written by Mandy Len Cantron. She teaches writing at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver.
An excellent read and a recent FP. Enjoy.
See article on “To Fall in love with anyone, do this”
Originally posted on the love story project:
For weeks I’ve wanted to write about all that’s happened in my life in 2015, but I couldn’t find a good way to get at it. I keep thinking back to a rainy Sunday night, about a year ago, when I met two friends for dinner. One was pregnant and doing interesting research for her PhD in linguistics. She and her husband were thinking about buying a condo or moving to a new, baby-friendly apartment. The other, a psychologist, I hadn’t seen since August, when she was in the midst of a messy break up with a not-at-all-nice guy. But by March she was living happily with her new boyfriend—a man who seemed unbelievably successful and kind and good for her. A man she met the day after her break up. She told us about helping to raise his two kids, and her summer plans to attend conferences and visit…
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A touching moment:
“I loved my father’s hands, he had beautiful hands. His hands held everything he cared for, his hands held hammers, rope, pen – and his hands held me”.
Originally posted on notestoponder:
Decades in hospitality dictate my presence at countless funerals. Of an age where “funeral” defines passing of a life, modern terminology – celebration of life, does little to assure I’ll find it easier to cope with.
Today’s celebration of life began as any other. My job – facilitate an afternoon according to family wishes, anticipate variance in timelines, and extend thoughtful handling of a difficult and emotional event with understanding, flexibility and compassion. Thankfully I’m kept busy – but for necessity of service, I would fear the grip of debilitating sadness. Funerals, even of those whose lives never touched mine are difficult.
I make a point of “tuning out”, conscious detachment the only weapon against utter irrational collapse.Acutely aware of my tendency to dissolve into a heap of unflattering, misplaced blubbering idiocy – I’ve mastered the art of professional disconnect.
Today something shattered decades of veneer – our client, daughter…
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Lest We Forget: Destruction and killings are going on in many parts of the world. “Violence begets violence.” And no country can be free from what is going on in other countries today.
WWII fire-bombing of Tokyo by US remembered 70 years
Seventy years ago on the night of 9-10 March, in the Japanese capital, 334 American B-29 bombers dropped thousands of tonnes of incendiary bombs on the city’s crowded wooden neighbourhoods.
They started a fire storm that burned at over 1,000 degrees and killed more than 100,000 people.
Read moreWWII fire-bombing of Tokyo by US remembered 70 years on BBC News It was an event that dwarfed even the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, yet it’s been all but …
No matter if it’s a Monday or a Thursday,
a new month or the middle of it,
or the 1st of January or the 8th of February.
Any ‘today’ will give you the same opportunities
as these stated ‘start-over-days’ will do
– it’s just a matter of how welcoming we are
towards the concept of today.
Also how much we actually allow
ourselves to live in ‘the now’.
Sketch: Carl Richards
I love cartoons that can make me smile. And Marti can do just that!
Come and join us: Just Outside the Box Cartoon
Here’ a good one. Make sure you read ME’s excuse, that is the best part.
Originally posted on ME and the Boss:
“Anyone who truly
may be excused from
listening to sermons,
for every creature is
full of God,
and is a book.”
~ Meister Eckhart
Predator or Prey, Mother Nature supplies each
with their needs,
man is the only creature that
has his wants.
Survival of the fittest may seem cruel,
but there is nothing more cruel than one man
beheading another in the name of religion.
Creatures have compassion, many mate for life,
they are happy to do the will of God,
unlike the ugly creature man
who wants to argue with God.
Today, be happy, get to know Mother Nature
and her creatures.
Happiness is being excused from listening to sermons.
Happiness is helping someone help themselves.
ME and the Boss
Like gratitude, grace, and congratulate, gratuitous is a descendant of the Latin wordgratus, which means “pleasing” or “grateful.” When gratuitous was first used in the middle of the 17th century, it meant “free” or “given without return benefit or compensation.” The extended meaning “done without good reason” or “unwarranted” came about just a few decades later, perhaps from the belief held by some people who one should not give something without getting something in return.
In addition to my Sunday Snippets, Good Friar has a word for today. Gratefully yours, Perpetua.
China Sojourns provided us with an excellent photography, writting, lessons and Save the Children project on the impact of Typhoon Yolanda in Tacloban, Philippines. An Excellent post! And I want to add with the gifts of faith, hope, and love the Filipinos will recover and become stronger people. Thank you, Randall for keeping us up-to-date.
Originally posted on China Sojourns Photography:
Violent winds swirl the dark, ominous thunderclouds overhead. The pounding waves crash onto the rocky shore and the roar of the Pacific Ocean makes its intention clear: thrash anything in its path.
With electricity in the air, I am oblivious to everything except the power coming my way as rain beats against my face, sucking me into the depths of the storm.
Ever since I was young, the powerful forces of storms, especially on the Oregon Coast, have held a rare type of electricity for me. Electricity that excites my soul and eliminates any trace of fear I may have.
Chasing the idea of becoming one with the storm. Not just to see the power unravel in front of me, but to physically feel this rare electricity.
The past three days I’ve experienced a different type of feeling.
Walking along the Tacloban city coastline watching the sunrise, I am beginning…
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