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As I write this, it is 7:37 p.m. and 83°. Thunderstorms are predicted to begin at 8 and last all night. If the past few months are any indication, however, the forecast will change in about 30 minutes for no rain until four or five days from now. Of all the really dumb things I …
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I am a statistic. And before you count yourself out, know that you may be one, too. Roughly 1 in 5 Americans is living with a mental illness, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Of those, the three most common diagnoses are anxiety disorders, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Check, check …
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. — Walker Evans, 1960
I’m reading a book by Natalie Goldberg called “The True Secret of Writing: Connecting Life with Language.” I don’t know when I bought it; or perhaps I was gifted it because I don’t recall a purchase.
[This piece was first published in the Greenville Daily News on March 3, 2021.] It’s been four weeks since I took myself — by ambulance — to the emergency room of my local hospital with the most excruciating pain I have felt in my life. Now, I’m no lightweight when it comes to pain. I’ve …
[I'm sharing this post because I found it incredible useful in this brain-numbing time of the coronavirus pandemic. Enjoy! ~ Karen] A post by Leo Babauta over at Zen Habits I’ve talked with several people lately who have tasks lists from the floor to the ceiling, and it just overwhelms them. They’re not alone — …
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A wise teacher once told me that, by continuing to read about and study a particular topic — with the idea that, only when I thoroughly understood that topic could I take action on it — I was stalling. Take this blog post, which I promised myself I’d write weeks ago. I’ve written plenty of …
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I found this in my drafts, and have idea whether I shared it before. I couldn't locate it so what the heck, I'll post it, maybe again. When the lilac dawn crawls up blood-red brick over white painted steel like a bruise, its silver shadows fall first on the tall broad-faced sunflowers. Even in prison, …
Your desires are not random. They are the map your feet should follow. ~ Andrea Balt
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