Don’t bother reading books or taking the advice of any of the current relationship experts.
The Buddha knows how you can find your perfect match. And because his wisdom has lasted the test of time, there must be something to it.
You only need to do one thing.
This one thing has nothing to do with achieving fame or fortune, the perfect weight, or anything else to do with the physical or material. It’s something that eludes many of us or that we deny.
Or worse, stuff down, hide or ignore.
Some of us try and escape doing this one…
The news from Afghanistan is blood and guts and chaos. Death, destruction, and fear.
There’s a sense of betrayal wrapped in incompetence, and accusations that the United States didn’t act quickly enough.
Thousands are swarming the Kabul Airport in fear of the Taliban. Thousands more never made it to the airport, and who knows how many huddle in fear in their homes unable to make the trek.
One hundred sixty-nine people were killed in a suicide bombing and it might not be the last one.
We screwed this up royally, and the US withdrawal from Afghanistan will go…
Thanks to my mother, the reality of death was a part of my life before I could stand in front of a casket and look down. The first things I saw were the ornate golden handles and either dark lustrous wood or a metallic finish.
I was always told the latter was more expensive.
And that’s all I had to look at. As long as I greeted the family, offered my condolences, and knelt to say a prayer, or pretended to pray, I was done.
But I couldn’t resist. I always stood on the kneeler to get a look at…
Pain and love go hand-in-hand.
Whether you’re in it, have lost it, or are looking for it, there’s a sense of loss or longing associated with love.
You need thick skin to enter the love contest, and even if you win, you’re going to nurse scars from the sharks chomping at you to get a taste. Despite this, people re-enter that shark tank with the hopes of finding the one.
And some people do. We’ve all seen it happen. …
When we hear the word space, many of us think of outer space, that “final frontier” of the starship Enterprise. That vast, endless void that stretches beyond our eyes and our imaginations.
It’s the Milky Way and further, all the way to the Andromeda Galaxy.
Or we might consider the physical space around us, our personal space, and others invading it. Over the past year, we’ve needed a minimum of six feet of it to stay safe. …
July is freedom month, in the U.S. anyway.
Every 4th we celebrate the miracle of a bunch of nobody colonists defeating what was then a superpower. And 245 years later, we have become that superpower.
Freedom means independence, the right to choose and make decisions. It means autonomy. It also means we either endure or enjoy the consequences of those decisions. So there’s always something lost, even when there’s something gained.
Freedom doesn’t mean attachment to nothing.
We are never truly free in the sense we have no obligations, even it’s to ourselves. Sometimes the final action we take in…
Cheshire grins are like crocodile tears. They’re not real. At least not for the person looking at them. Like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, they’re mischievous.
The smiles appear to be happy, but like this powerful cat, they disappear.
And like the cat himself, they can be antagonistic to the viewer, especially when it’s a social situation the viewer is absent from.
You might say it’s the viewer, not the cat, who has disappeared. And not from the picture, but often from people’s lives. …
What is honesty? And how many honest people do you know?
People who don’t cheat because it’s wrong. People who don’t lie to put others down or get ahead. People who don’t lie even to avoid punishment.
People who unswervingly follow the straight and narrow path because it’s the right thing to do.
Honesty is a virtue, but we often see the dishonest doing well, making money, headway in politics, and gaining status in prestigious social circles.
Big business makes billions being dishonest. It’s discouraging and often we feel, why bother doing the right thing?
My father used to say…
Mother’s Day is a Hallmark holiday invented to sell cards. And for those of you who receive them, congratulations. You’re ahead in the game.
For many, it is a day of expectation and disappointment and another day to grieve mothers who have passed. Or worse, children who have passed.
A day to wait for something that will never come.
A day to cringe every time someone chirps, “Happy Mother’s Day!” What is that supposed to mean anyway?
I stay away from those happy Facebook posts “celebrating” a day that honors mothers. Why rub it in my own face?
Narcissism is nothing new. Of late, the subject has appeared so often that it feels like an epidemic.
I thought I’d dodged narcissistic victimhood. My ex-husband was one and I can see one coming before he opens his mouth. No man was ever going to make his clown or puppet again.
But after the break-up of yet another significant friendship with a girlfriend, I recognized a pattern to their course and ultimate demise. I realized that I was indeed the victim of narcissistic relationships.
They just weren’t romantic.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that most narcissists are men because…