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Be Pollyanna
Image by Healzo “We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” ~Thornton Wilde The word “pollyanna” is defined as: an excessively or blindly...
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Spinning Straw Into Gold
Anne Anderson Wikimedia Commons Annoyances seem to come with lessons built in, at least around here. I trundle down the basement steps clutching piles of wet jeans so I can hang them close to our wood...
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Stop, Reboot
Bad Start to the day, what with finding feathers, then bodies of two hens killed by hawks. And power out, so I can’t work despite glaring deadlines. Picking tomatoes and chard for breakfast, I step...
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Gratitude Works In The ER
The practice of gratitude isn’t large enough if we’re only grateful only when things are going well. I’ve written before about appreciating our doubts, mistakes, even our crises. Trying to see...
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Thank Eustress
I am sitting on the ground weeding our tomato plants. I gratefully take refuge in useful tasks like gardening and cooking. Busy hands almost always un-busy my mind. But that’s not working for me right...
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Kiva
In the long chill of our worst financial times I used a permanent marker to write affirming words inside our checkbook cover. abundance ease hope purpose prosperity gratitude...
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Gratitude via Mental Subtraction
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” ~Thornton Wilder Edible flowers as well as chard, basil, chives, and other tender plants grow on my...
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Beyond Gratitude
“Hope has never trickled down, it has always sprung up.”~Naomi Klein I have a strong urge to kneel and kiss the floor right here in CVS . Or maybe to prostrate myself facing the pharmacy. I am...
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My Mother’s “Joy of Cooking”
This vintage Joy of Cooking was my mother’s main cookbook for all 18 years I lived at home. The author’s foreword speaks from another time, addressing the “kitchen-minded” woman of long ago. Its...
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Contemplative Errands
I make my way east on Smith Road from our rural Ohio township, heading toward the nearest small town for this week’s errands — library, local market, fabric store. These last few tumultuous years I...
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