Thursday, December 22, 2011
'TIS THE SEASON
Saturday, December 3, 2011
FUN AT THE ADLER CAFÉ
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
HELP OTHERS KEEP THEIR DIGNITY
Thursday, November 3, 2011
DEVASTATION IN CONNECTICUT
It’s now Day 6 with no heat, hot water, electricity, telephone...nothing! This includes no gasoline at the pumps, food spoilage, and no stove for cooking. I’ve never seen such a storm (18-24” snow) such as the one we had this past weekend...actually I’ve never even seen snow in October. What made this storm so deadly and the “perfect storm” was the combination of water-logged soil from Hurricane Irene, excessive moisture in the air, and trees fully laden with their fall leaves. Nature’s “gift” of hail; heavy, wet snow; icy roads, and (here’s another first) a thunder and lightning storm made for a truly apocalyptic night. In all my years in New England, I have never seen such horrific damage – not only did tree limbs break, but the whole tops of trees snapped off like candy canes. Huge trees were uprooted and tossed about like matchsticks, ripping power lines from the poles, blocking roads, and destroying anything in their way. The whole area now looks like a war zone, with everything closed.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
IN THE INTEREST OF FAIRNESS AND FULL DISCLOSURE
Forgive Wild Fresh Frozen Seafood for insult?
Before I go on with the back story, I just noticed that he says I ordered Crab bibs. I ordered lobster bibs. I do hope he sent the right thing, or my gift recipient might be insulted. Fortunately he's a good friend so I'm sure it won't do too much damage.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Empty Bowls
One way we here in Santa Barbara raise money for the Food Bank at this crucial time of the year is have an "Empty Bowls" Event held on the first Sunday in November. Local artists make bowls that the donors choose upon arriving. Gourmet soups are provided by local restaurants and some of our SB notables such as the mayor, a popular columnist in the local Independent newspaper and actors (John Cleese) serve the soup.
Water and bread are also provided. Every donation ($25) goes to the Food Bank. It is a poplar event and last year the third sitting (200 servings per sitting) was added. There is also a silent auction of donated items and services.
Oh, and yes, the donors get to take their bowls home.
Monday, October 24, 2011
MORE ON EMPTY FOOD SHELVES
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
WATERCOLORS
Let the waters flow through my hands on the way to healing the world, knowing it won’t happen in my lifetime
First painting – just play. What emerged was pretty, flowing pastels.
Second painting – send my prayer to God. Not so pretty. I tried hands reaching out. Ugly emerged.
Third painting – receive God. More lovely, flowing pastels.
Friday, October 14, 2011
EMPTY FOOD SHELVES
Monday, October 10, 2011
A WEEK IN MAINE
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
OCTOBER 5, 1955, WINOOSKI, VERMONT
I think we both knew we were making a mistake, but we were committed, and remained committed for almost 20 years. A magnificent day in Vermont! Here I'm sharing my annual quiet remembrance.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
LOVE/GRACE
Whether it's Heaven or a protective nervous system, these people experienced a life-changing event.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
MUST I ALWAYS BE CHEERFUL?
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
DO YOU TAKE BLUE CROSS?
Saturday, September 3, 2011
MORPHING, MOLTING, CHANGING
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
WHAT A HURRICANE CAN DO!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
FIVE REASONS WHY PEOPLE DON’T BUY “MRS. JOB,” and a p.s.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
X-WORD PUZZLES AND THOUGHTS OF FAME
Sunday, July 17, 2011
RECORD HEAT - COURTESY MY NIECE
My niece in Connecticut gave me permission to pass this on in my blog. I think you'll enjoy it.
"I understand that you are planning to send us potentially record heat. Please don't. Heat makes me want to cry. It pushes down on me and makes me feel as if I will never go outside again. It swells my hands, makes me feel like I am not "up to things", or that I cannot possibly endure the challenges of the day. It alters my plans, encourages me to further procrastinate, makes me worry about my ability to make it in the world, suggests that I should give up on plans, makes it hard to think of any reason to actually open my door. I can't shovel it, throw salt on it, add clothing to make me more comfortable (and, lord knows there is a limit to how much I can take off), drive more skillfully, make creative structures from it or wage friendly battles with others, complain about the landscaping service and their plowing skills or those of the town, tell stories about past adventures, put on special foot covering to be comfortable and safer, alter my work plans to fit in with safety warnings, light a fire, bake or cook. And this with central air for which I am eternally grateful and paying dearly.
Heat makes me want to cryCold makes me search for a sweater or blanket."
Saturday, July 16, 2011
REMEMBERING JENNIE
Thursday, July 7, 2011
REMEMBERING HALLIE
Hallie grew up in a house filled with cigarette smoke. Her mother declared that she smoked because it was good for her asthma, a belief she had good reason for holding. See Tye, Larry. (1998). The father of spin: Edward L. Bernays and the Birth of Public Relations. New York: Henry Holt and Company, for the tale of how Bernays sold physicians and dentists on testifying in print to smoking's medicinal value. Hallie began smoking when she was 13.
Somewhere in the late 1980s she sought help in hypnosis which worked beautifully. She never again longed for a cigarette. But it was too late. When she died, the doctor declared amazement that she had survived so long with her lungs so badly damaged.
So, Hallie, today I'm celebrating the fact that you are still looking back at me, critiquing my behavior.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
CELEBRATION AND COURAGE
Monday, July 4, 2011
SELF-ESTEEM, SELF-CONTROL, AND MENDING FLAWS
Thursday, June 30, 2011
THE TOP OF THE WORLD
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
HOLD ALL CALLS. JUNG WAS RIGHT
Friday, May 27, 2011
WE DON’T FORGIVE TORNADOS
Thursday, May 19, 2011
FORGIVENESS IS AT THE BASE OF THE MRS. JOB STORY
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Mona's comments on forgiving abusers
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7994389/tips_for_forgiving_an_abusive_spouse.html?cat=5
Friday, April 29, 2011
Well, this is different!
Friday, April 22, 2011
What I told the TV about forgiveness
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The More Things Change; The More They Stay the Same
Saturday, March 26, 2011
SURVIVAL OF THE COOPERATIVE
THE AGE OF COMPASSION?
Recently I awoke wondering if I was depressed. I still don’t know whether I was, but I did know I didn’t want to sit and stare into space, much as I wanted to. That would result in guaranteed depression at the end of the day. So I read a book – I mean a print book – which I had sitting on the top of my pile: Frans deWaal, “The Age of Empathy, Nature’s Lessons for a Kinder Society.” I do recommend the book. His 2009 thesis revealed in the preface is so hopeful:
“American politics seems poised for a new epoch that stresses cooperation and social responsibility. The emphasis is on what unites a society, what makes it worth living in, rather than what material wealth we can extract from it. Empathy is the grand theme of our time, …”
Then I received the latest report from the Southern Poverty Law Center. “…more than 1000 hate groups – a record number – are now operating in our country. And armed, antigovernment militias mushroomed for the second year in a row.”
Just an example of the negative evidence that could have sent me back to bed depressed. That’s when I called on the technique I learned years ago from my college roommate – with some modification – Twenty years from now I’ll see what was really going on as we were caught in the eddy of change.
There must be a nice six-word phrase to convey that sense of anticipating what today’s maelstrom will have calmed down to mean twenty years from now.
For more on deWaal’s book, click here for my review on amazon.com. I’ve titled it “Survival of the Cooperative.” You’ll have to scroll down to find it on page 2.
While I’m at it, take a look at the review of my classmate’s book, Lois Spratley, “Transatlantic Triangle.” I’ve titled my review, “Love and Nostalgia – A Darned Good Story.