It’s not just the fruits, the shoots, or the roots. . . It’s the soil, the dirt, that anchors in this window of time – my home, my wife and kids, my parents, my job and the broader community. Ironically it’s the very aspects which frustrate me the most that are what I count first among blessings.

A better connection. . . .

I have become the madman that mutters at the gates of the circus.

The target or object of envy is always shifting from situation to situation. It’s a prompt that I’m not minding my own business, that I’m not here in the Magnificent Now.

Wild thing! You make everything. . . . .
groovy!

Depression stalks me like a pack of wolves. An infusion of grace and hope. . . . the former, a shield against predatory thought forms and the latter, a torch to dispel shadows and guide me back to the light. Happy Solstice, Yule, and wishing you all the best in the new sun.

Facts change
Truth is subjective
Belief is an impediment to direct experience

Nothing is free. Some things are just simply not for sale. Some might count those extrinsic symbolic tokens of our appreciation among the “best things” in life. Hindsight shows us that often the effort and anticipation we put into manifesting the best things is where we learned, where the real growing happens. Appreciation is the difference between what we have and what we do with it.

Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit

Many seek freedom from responsibility never realizing that freedom IS responsibility.

The ability to $eparate people from the ¢onsequence of their action; realizing that many, despite their being reasonably intelligent, highly educated, and even operating on the best of intentions, can still be mired deeply in the trance of the egoic mindset. Within this context, they are still actors in a play authored for them and not by them.

I meet hundreds of people a day and, as an introvert, I can say that my experience on the extroversion end of the spectrum for an average eight hour shift is like offering up my energy on a buffet table of all-you-can-eat off-color quips and and backhanded compliments. The introvert recharges in solitude

When the Emperor loves music his kingdom is happy

There is a practically unequaled joy in minding one’s own business

Thank you, Mica. Recommendations are much appreciated!

Shoulding all over the place and each other

Mica, a familial superstition that I indulge, a shout out to previous generations that lead up to this precious life. I hope you will excuse the non sequiturs that are often my response here to the Daily Question

Skill and persistence, Antoinette