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The OTHER DAY I POSTED This tweet:

“Life responds to me in delightful ways”

A friend re-tweeted it with this addition:

“How long has it been since you held the sensation of delight?”

Delight is defined in my dictionary as “a high degree of gratification … and  … the power of affording pleasure.

How long has it been?

Many of us pride ourselves on how busy we are.  If we’re not busy, we feel like there’s something wrong, or missing.  Yet…

My last Friday Message from Baltimore ..

 

Ok, it’s Saturday – my laptop is set up on a TV tray.  I am surrounded by boxes and paper and bits and pieces that didn’t go on the truck yesterday.  It started out as a sad morning as I found myself making food for 3 cats when I now only have two.   Beautiful Bella is gone.   As I said my final goodbye to Bella, I also got a very clear realization that this was the end of Baltimore.  She came into my life just a few months after I got…

During this season I venture out among the shoppers to take the pulse of the collective consciousness. I do this by looking at the colors and decorations adorning our malls and stores, and talking to sales people and shoppers.

This year, the word I’d use to describe the theme of the decorations is ‘classic.’ The dictionary defines this as “judged over a period of time to be of the highest quality and outstanding of its kind.”

Everywhere I went the main…

Yesterday a great man died who spent most of his life working for freedom.   Today I watched a video from Mary Morrisey where she recounted her meeting with Nelson Mandela.  She had asked him how he’d gone from being an angry young man to one who was known for promoting peace.   He told her he had to make a decision, and then honor that decision, one moment at a time. 

Dr. Holmes writes in the Science of Mind “The one who wishes to demonstrate some particular good must become…

This week has been amazing.   One of my dearest dreams has been fulfilled.  I have in my possession the first copy of my first book! 

It’s brought up many memories.  I’ve always wanted to be a writer.  I remembered writing a story in 3^rd grade about a rabbit that the nuns praised me for – which made me write another story about  a young girl having a visitation of Mother Mary.  The nuns loved it so much I got to read it to other classes – including the high school ones!  I…