Since my last post, I've come across some more thoughts on the dangers of mistaking being nice for other, loftier virtues: Positivity Blog.
In today's paper, I came across this Hokey Pokey Project. I found the second link in today's paper, and if you've ever wanted to change the world, here's an inspiration: Wishful Thinking.
It reminded me to dig out a little book that's a favorite of mine: Change the World for 10 bucks. On Amazon right now, you won't even have to pay the 10 bucks. Amazon
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Kindness
Photo by Rhys Alton Flickr Images
I appreciate people who are civil, whether they mean it or not. I think: Be civil. Do not cherish your opinion over my feelings. There's a vanity to candor that isn't really worth it. Be kind.
Richard Greenberg, NY Times Magazine, 03-26-2006 I consider myself a kind person, and lately I've been asking myself what that really means. The Richard Greenberg quote above humbles me about a recent decision to share an observation with a friend for her own good.
My friend protested that my observation wasn't nice--and it wasn't, but at the time I really thought that letting her know was kind. Kindness is surely something more than being nice.
"Play nice," I sometimes tell my nieces and nephews, and they seem to know just what that means. "Play kind," never leaves my lips. If it did, would it stop them in their tracks?
In the Kindness Handbook, Sharon Salzberg presents kindness as a quality we could steer our lives by. It manifests as compassion, generosity, paying attention. The book even has some rules for playing kind that the author found posted in an Elementary School:
Rules for Being Kind
- Treat people like you'd like to be treated.
- Play fair.
- Respect everyone...
- Everyone can play.
- Help others when they need help.
- Don't hurt others on the inside or the outside.
In my own daily prayers I ask to manifest courtesy, the love in little things, and remind myself to consciously consider the thoughts and feelings of others involved in situations with me.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Newspapers: Still a Bargain
Even though the price keeps going up and number of pages keeps going down, I subscribe for home delivery of my local newspaper. I like the balance of it, not just in the way it reports the news, but the sound of it hitting the door, and the way it feels in my hands. There's a something special to look forward to each day.
Monday offers a group of features in the business section. I especially like Stephen Wilber's Effective Writing column http://www.wilbers.com/.
Tuesday takes me to Miss Manners.
Wednesday is Home & Garden.
Thursday brings me the taste section, with restaurant reviews and recipes.startribune.com/taste
Friday, it's the movie reviews.
Saturday, there's a veterinarian column I like--Dr. Fox.
Sunday brings a bonanza of grocery adds, coupons, book reviews, and the crosswords.
Monday offers a group of features in the business section. I especially like Stephen Wilber's Effective Writing column http://www.wilbers.com/.
Tuesday takes me to Miss Manners.
Wednesday is Home & Garden.
Thursday brings me the taste section, with restaurant reviews and recipes.startribune.com/taste
Friday, it's the movie reviews.
Saturday, there's a veterinarian column I like--Dr. Fox.
Sunday brings a bonanza of grocery adds, coupons, book reviews, and the crosswords.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Heaven--or not
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Weeds--part three
So there I was on Washington Island. No internet. No TV. No matter, I'm a reader. But I couldn't get into the new best selling mystery I brought along and so scouted the house for something else. Beneath a pile of fishing magazines, I spotted an old issue of Oprah. May 2007.
Leafing through it, I came across an article with an intriguing title: "The Soul Check Up" by Krista Tippett. She suggested revisiting words that are important in your religious passions.
The word that banged against the inside of my head, trying to get out, isn't exactly religious or passionate. Old. Now I've made a certain amount of peace with the concept of aging. Enjoying its opportunities while managing its challenges is a central them of this blog.
Old is a whole other story. Maybe being old isn't the crux of the matter. It's the next step--dying-- that takes my breath away (nice choice of words that.) Then what?
Which brings me to one of those religious words that people can get passionate about. Heaven. Or hell. Where hell is concerned, I belong to the Lullie E Martini (my grandmother) school of thought. There's enough hell on earth to go around, so there's no need for it in the afterlife. Heaven on earth, on the other hand, in in considerable shorter supply.
Leafing through it, I came across an article with an intriguing title: "The Soul Check Up" by Krista Tippett. She suggested revisiting words that are important in your religious passions.
The word that banged against the inside of my head, trying to get out, isn't exactly religious or passionate. Old. Now I've made a certain amount of peace with the concept of aging. Enjoying its opportunities while managing its challenges is a central them of this blog.
Old is a whole other story. Maybe being old isn't the crux of the matter. It's the next step--dying-- that takes my breath away (nice choice of words that.) Then what?
Which brings me to one of those religious words that people can get passionate about. Heaven. Or hell. Where hell is concerned, I belong to the Lullie E Martini (my grandmother) school of thought. There's enough hell on earth to go around, so there's no need for it in the afterlife. Heaven on earth, on the other hand, in in considerable shorter supply.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Weeds & Other Unexpected Blessings__Part 2
Because we would arrive too late for the last ferry to Washington Island, we made a nuisance
stop in Green Bay Wisconsin. My image of Green Bay centered around Lambeau Field, the rivalry
between their Packers and my Minnesota Vikings, and hearsay that football-crazed citizens there
painted porches and living rooms Packer green. My late night sight of the little city downtown
didn't pique my interest further.
What a difference a day made! My 'weed' stop flowered. In bright sunlight and cool breeze, I set
out for a walk. Across the street from the motel, I came upon a walking path lined with scultures
beside the Fox River. I spent a wonderful hour walking, enjoying the art, and sitting on a bench for
a brief meditation. Here's a sample.
(I just previewed the post and found an accidental poem. Enjoy.)
Source: Green Bay Wisconsin Life of the River Website
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Weeds and Other Unexpected Blessings--1
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