Tag: mindfulness

  • Daydream Believer

    Daydream Believer

    I daydream a lot – that’s how I get my ideas. If I’m sitting in a café, I’m not on my phone because I want to hear my mind. I think that those periods of small solitude that we are really losing are so important. — Patti Smith

  • None of My Business

    None of My Business

    I’ve spent a lot of time and energy — many lost hours and years — worrying how people perceived me. Whether or not they liked me. Did I say something weird or was I misunderstood? Was I dressed appropriately? Was that joke weird or did they get it? I’ve decided that what people think of…

  • Why Do We Think What We Think?

    Why Do We Think What We Think?

    Groupthink makes me cranky. The most important thing we can teach our children is to think for themselves. You might argue that teaching them to respect all other beings is a tad bit more important. I grant you, I thought of that as well. But I believe that if they can think for themselves, respect…

  • Keeping Up With the Joneses

    Keeping Up With the Joneses

    Just when I think I’m immune to keeping up with the Joneses, I wonder something like that. Is that what home ownership does to you?

  • Measure twice, cut once

    Measure twice, cut once

    I’ve been thinking about this phrase a lot lately as we’re moving into our new home.

  • Put It Down

    Put It Down

    Two monks were walking in the woods when they encountered an old woman standing by a wide stream. As they approached her, she pointed with her cane and demanded they carry her across.

  • Enough

    Enough

    Do you have enough food? Do you have enough of a home? Do you have enough transportation?

  • Things You Can’t Throw Away

    Things You Can’t Throw Away

    It’s amazing how much debris gets collected over ten years. From crumpled receipts that probably should have been filed to empty Scotch tape dispensers, there’s just a lot of trash to sift through.

  • When you see a chance…

    When you see a chance…

    Sitting at the controls of the C-141 Starlifter, I peeked out the windows at the mountains below. I was flying a satellite to a California air base where it would be launched in a couple of weeks. There was only one teensy, totally minor, peculiarly odd thing about what I was doing. I wasn’t a…