Quotes of the week
“Consider well the
proportion of things. It is better to be a young June bug, than an old bird of
paradise.”
Mark Twain
Mark Twain
“What was hard to
suffer is sweet to remember.”
Seneca
Seneca
(585): He set an alarm on my phone to an
infant screaming and puking to make sure i take my pill. It’s working. Textsfromlastnight
Websites of the week
The culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor
Meditation of the week
--Garrison Keillor
Our problems with anger and our problems in relationships go hand in hand. Some of us have held back our anger, which led to resentment of our loved ones. Some of us have indulged our anger and become abusive. Some of us have been so frightened of anger that we closed off the dialogue in our relationships when angry feelings came out.
Some of us have wasted our energy by focusing anger on people who weren't really important to us. Do we truly want them to become so important? Yet, perhaps the important relationships got frozen because we weren't open and respectful with our anger. It isn't possible to be close to someone without being angry at times. We let our loved ones be part of our lives by feeling our anger when it is there and expressing it openly, directly, and respectfully to them - or by hearing them when they are angry. Then, with dialogue, we can let it go.
I will be aware of those people I am making important in my life and will grow in dealing with my anger.
You are reading
from the book:
Poem of the Week
Running on the Shore
The sun is hot, the ocean cool. The
waves
throw down their snowy heads. I run
under their hiss and boom, mine their wild
breath. Running the ledge where pipers
prod their awls into sand-crab holes,
my barefoot tracks their little prints cross
on wet slate. Circles of romping water swipe
and drag away our evidence. Running and
gone, running and gone, the casts of our feet.
My twin, my sprinting shadow on yellow shag,
wand of summer over my head, it seems
that we could run forever while the strong
waves crash. But sun takes its belly under.
Flashing above magnetic peaks of the ocean's
purple heave, the gannet climbs,
and turning, turns
to a black sword that drops,
hilt-down, to the deep.
throw down their snowy heads. I run
under their hiss and boom, mine their wild
breath. Running the ledge where pipers
prod their awls into sand-crab holes,
my barefoot tracks their little prints cross
on wet slate. Circles of romping water swipe
and drag away our evidence. Running and
gone, running and gone, the casts of our feet.
My twin, my sprinting shadow on yellow shag,
wand of summer over my head, it seems
that we could run forever while the strong
waves crash. But sun takes its belly under.
Flashing above magnetic peaks of the ocean's
purple heave, the gannet climbs,
and turning, turns
to a black sword that drops,
hilt-down, to the deep.
Reasonableness of the week
How
Rich is Too Rich? By Sam Harris
I’ve written
before about the crisis of inequality in the United States and
about the quasi-religious abhorrence of “wealth redistribution” that causes
many Americans to oppose tax increases, even on the ultra rich. The conviction
that taxation is intrinsically evil has achieved a sadomasochistic fervor in
conservative circles—producing the Tea Party, their Republican zombies, and
increasingly terrifying failures of governance. More
here
