OPTIMISTIC VOICES
You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night. Step into the sun, step into the light. Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place on the face of the earth or the sky. Hold onto your breath, hold onto your heart, hold onto your hope. March up to the gate and bid it open...
So much for Thoughtful Thursday and Mindful Monday. Can we have a new category of Intentional Tuesday? Oh, f*ck it. Who cares? I've been busy with all sorts of family, friends, and activities. The world will not end if I don't post twice a week, on the days I said I would. God, retirement is great. My boundaries/expectations/deadlines have certainly become less rigid. “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives." Ha!
Long-story-semi-short: I decided to become vegetarian in October 2014 and, since I was 90% vegan at that point, went 100% vegan in July 2017. My friend Michele has been a huge inspiration over the years, as has my friend Patrick. I have really embraced the lifestyle, and have hosted two vegan dinners (via my UU church's service auctions), as well as presented a UU Sunday service titled Give Peas a Chance, with a handout of cookbook, restaurant, and documentary resources... :-)
I'd like to think that I don't proselytize about my dietary choices, but I do love sharing tips and secrets of my passion for healthy and compassionate food. Vegan cooking can be fun and delicious, as well as nutritious. My OverReaders Anonymous women provide mostly vegan items for our book-themed menu each month. It means a lot.
My friend Suzanne told me about an event at our local JCC last week. Dr. Neal Barnard, a leading expert in the field of veganism, was speaking... for FREE! I immediately signed up and met her there. It was interesting in that he was promoting his new book (link below), for sale at his talk, which I bought and had signed. I have followed him for years, and know how incredibly intelligent and handsome he is, but never realized how funny. My erogenous zone is wired for mischievous, and I joked the rest of the week that he is my new "hall pass" (previous candidates include Harrison Ford and Kevin Kline). Is that inappropriate?!? Sorry, Dr. B.
Also very cool that he reached out to Lindsay Nixon (The Happy Herbivore) to contribute recipes. Exciting to discover, as I know her through Facebook and Goodreads... :-)
So, nowhere in the PR literature did it state vegan, nor even plant-based. I imagine they were afraid no one would show up if they advertised as such, since those are "hot button" words, often thought of as intimidating and controversial. The room was full, and I had fun looking around throughout, watching the audience's reaction once the subject was finally clear. No one left, and there was a respectful discussion afterward. Crisis averted!
All that to say, even though I try to eat super-healthy most of the time, it motivated me to kick up my level of fruits and vegetables, and reduce my amount of processed foods even more, and I already feel better. Made this recipe Sunday night (found on Michele's former blog), and it was amazing! Will definitely be incorporating it in our monthly rotation... :-)
Roaring roast cake with bean base spareribs for me, carottes étouffées medium rare, I like them a tad undercooked, still red with sap, tea leaves in olive oil, strawberry sushi flummoxed to the point of deliquescence, or better still, freshly picked cucumber rolls to match the lettuce steak, mesquite broiled to a crunchy andante, with all organic granola salsa, nuts nutritious to the max, and then of course the soypork casserole with legs of boletus, and tofu chops on a platter of tomato paste base salmon with a sprinkling of beet juice droplets, all served with a rich broccoli broth. QUOTE: “Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, nor moth with dusty wing, nor cricket chirping cheerily, nor grasshopper so light of leap, nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, nor harmless worms that creep.” ~ Cristina Rosetti
I just can't say enough good things about The Miami Book Fair. I always knew it was *there*, but I never really took advantage of it until about five years ago. Now it's chiseled in stone on my life calendar every mid-November. Thanks to Judi for my virgin experience (she showed me the proverbial ropes!), which helped me push past my fear of the unknown such that I have the courage to continue (even solo, if necessary, which has sometimes been the case).
They always have a great line-up of familiar names, and I've had the satisfaction of checking off some Bucket List authors (Ann Patchett, Billy Collins, Joy Harjo, Mark Doty, and more) as well as the surprise of new discoveries. When I was still working, I kept my car radio on WLRN, the local NPR station, where I received my news as well as my culture (book and music reviews). On the way home one afternoon, an interview with Ross Gay aired (about the below book) and I could not wait to get home and order it. Imagine my pleasure when he was on a panel at the 2019 MBF, and my validation that he was just as delightful in person. I brought my book from home, which he autographed for me: "To Susan - In Joy Together!". I will never forget his open face, and his warm demeanor.
SONG:It's Delovely (Cole Porter) BOOK:The Book of Delights: Essays by Ross Gay POEM: The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee by N. Scott Momaday I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the snow I am the long track of the moon in a lake I am a flame of four colors I am a deer standing away in the dusk I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche I am an angle of geese in the winter sky I am the hunger of a young wolf I am the whole dream of these things You see, I am alive, I am alive I stand in good relation to the earth I stand in good relation to the gods I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte You see, I am alive, I am alive QUOTE: "Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit." ~ e. e. cummings
I had meant to record the Ken Burns Country Music documentary series when it aired on PBS a while back, but then totally forgot. Linda mentioned it when we were in Pensacola, so I came home and searched OnDemand. Two episodes were available for free, and the remainder to buy ($2.99 each). I viewed one and am now thinking seriously about purchasing some of them. That's how good it is!
The one I saw was: “The Sons and Daughters of America” (1964 – 1968) Episode 5 | See how country music reflects a changing America, with Loretta Lynn speaking to women everywhere, Merle Haggard becoming “The Poet of the Common Man” and audiences looking beyond race to embrace Charley Pride.
[ Actually, now that I'm researching, it looks like I can watch it on my laptop for free, so I will give that a try over the weekend. ]
So, the time frame of the above episode is 1964-1968. I was 10-14 years old, and my father was a country fan when country was most definitely *not* cool. I vividly recall his love of Merle, his admiration for Cash, his pride in Charley (see what I did there?) in breaking the race barrier. He introduced me to the Carter Family, Loretta, and Tammy. Twang was spoken in our house (although it drove my mom crazy). I purported to dislike it as well, yet I knew all the words to all the songs (I still do). When I began, in my late teens and early 20s, to appreciate the music of Gram Parsons, Emmylou Harris, and Townes Van Zandt, I realized it was a full-circle moment.
Now I'm just as likely to listen to John Prine, Mary Chapin Carpenter, and The Avett Brothers. Thanks, Dad (albeit belatedly!).
BOOK:Woman Walk the Line: How the Women in Country Music Changed Our Lives by Holly Gleason POEM: A Wife Explains Why She Likes Country by Barbara Ras Because those cows in the bottomland are black and white, colors anyone can understand, even against the green of the grass, where they glide like yes and no, nothing in between, because in the country, heartache has nowhere to hide, it's the Church of Abundant Life, the Alamo, the hubbub of the hoi polloi, the parallel lines of rail fences, because I like rodeos more than I like golf, because there's something about the sound of mealworms and leeches and the dream of a double-wide that reminds me this is America, because of the simple pleasure of a last chance, because sometimes whiskey tastes better than wine, because hauling hogs on the road is as good as it gets when the big bodies are layered like pigs in a cake, not one layer but two, because only country has a gun with a full choke and a slide guitar that melts playing it cool into sweaty surrender in one note, because in country you can smoke forever and it'll never kill you, because roadbeds, flatbeds, your bed or mine, because the package store is right across from the chicken plant and it sells boiled peanuts, because I'm fixin' to wear boots to the dance and make my hair bigger, because no smarty-pants, just easy rhymes, perfect love, because I'm lost deep within myself and the sad songs call me out, because even you with your superior aesthetic cried when Tammy Wynette died, because my people come from dirt. QUOTE: "Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does." ~ Johnny Cash
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): It might be tempting to turn your home into a womb-like sanctuary and explore the mysteries of doing absolutely nothing while clad in your pajamas. And frankly, this might be a good idea. After the risks you've taken to reach out to the other side, after the bridges you've built in the midst of the storms, after the skirmishes you've fought in the Gossip Wars, you have every right to retreat and get your homebody persona humming at a higher vibration. So I say: Be meticulously leisurely as you celebrate the deep pleasures of self-care. November 2, 2009 The Time You Find Simplifying Your Schedule For many, life is a hodgepodge of never-ending commitments. Yet few of us can be truly healthy or happy without regular periods of downtime. While there is nothing inherently wrong with busyness, those of us who over-commit or over-extend ourselves potentially face exhaustion and burnout. When you feel overwhelmed by your commitments, examining your motivation for taking on so many obligations can help you understand why you feel compelled to do so much. You may discover that you are being driven by fear that no one else will do the job or guilt that you aren’t doing enough. To regain your equilibrium and clear the clutter from your calendar, simplify your life by establishing limits regarding what you will and will not do based on your personal priorities. Determining where your priorities lie can be as easy as making two lists: one that outlines all those obligations that are vital to your well-being, such as work, meditation, and exercise, and another that describes everything you do that is not directly related to your well-being. Although there will likely be items in the latter list that excite your passion or bring you joy, you may discover that you devote a large portion of your time to unnecessary activities. To simplify your schedule, consider which of these unnecessary activities add little value to your life and edit them from your agenda. Remember that you may need to ask for help, say no firmly, or delegate responsibility in order to distance yourself from such encumbrances. However, as you divest yourself of non-vital obligations that cause you stress, serve no purpose, or rob you of opportunities to refresh yourself, you will feel more energetic and enthusiastic about life in general. If simplifying your schedule seems prohibitively difficult and you still feel pressed to take on more, try imagining how each new commitment will impact your life before saying yes. When you consider the hassle associated with superfluous obligations, you may be surprised to see that your schedule is impeding your attempts to grow as an individual. Your willingness to pare down your agenda, no matter how gradual your progress, will empower you to retake active control of the life that defines you. This past weekend was the South Florida Folk Festival. More on that next week, as it deserves its own post, but I really want to tell you the tale of friendship between myself and Michael McNevin. We go back more than twenty years, having met at the Kerrville Folk Festival in May 1999, as he was standing outside the bathrooms, serenading those who walked by with his sweet voice and subtle lyrics. We stayed in touch and, when I went to the Booking School at the Nashville Folk Alliance in 2002, he was the first person I agreed to represent. Another story for another time; the business eventually folded but the friendship remained. His plan was to come into town this past weekend to hang with our mutual friend Tom Prasada-Rao (dealing with difficult health issues), who had a mainstage slot at the festival. Michael was patient and, due to another artist's unfortunate illness, he also received a mainstage set. Great music, community, and comaraderie. At my invitation, Michael stayed with me from Thursday night to about an hour ago. He is equally exhausting and endearing, and we had some wonderfully deep conversations, as well as hearty laughter, along the way.
Michael invited Tom over to my place earlier today so they could do some co-writing for a few hours before moving on to the next step in their journey. We bandied some ideas/themes around and, when they were ready to get serious, I retired to my bedroom to read... or so I thought. Couldn't stop my swirling brain until I committed pen to paper, or fingers to Samsung Memo. The following poem is what I came up with, fleshed out but still rough, could use some minor tweaking but I am leaving as is for now, or No! Michael and Tom said they liked it. Then again, they wouldn't want to hurt my feelings either. Soul-searching, while terrifying, is important. It has to be an internal, as well as intuitive, vision and, once that is in place, the next stage of your life, the third act, begins. I am now a retired, nature-watching, sleeping-until-9-am, lunching-with-friends, reading whore, Lala. And I'm okay with that... :-) P.S. When I was blogging regularly, as ideas came to me, I would set them aside as drafts, to be gone back to later. The above horoscope and DailyOm are from *ten years ago*, and were just waiting for me to return to them at the appropriate time. That would be NOW. Spooky, right?
BOOK: The Power of No: Because One Little Word Can Bring Health, Abundance, and Happiness Paperback by James Altucher and Claudia Azula Altucher POEM: The Power of NOW by Susan (me... :-) I once was a woman of pleasure for everyone else in my life When they wanted a piece of my leisure I submitted as friend, mom, and wife No problem, no worries, no pressure, no guilt I bent, and I swayed, and I folded Whatever they stitched was my crazy quilt Little regard for what my soul did Good Time Charleen was the role I embraced Concerts, committees, congregations The more the merrier, the thrill of the chase I filled up on action, applause, adulation Act Three, Scene One, running on fumes Do I really wish to keep up this pace? What is my purpose? Where is my full moon? I'm choosing to drop out of this race The Magic Art of Tidying Up, and Swedish Death Purge for the win I'm only keeping the useful and beautiful This is where my next stage begins Those in my circle will understand It's not you, it's me, and what I need now I'm slowing down as part of the plan More mindful, more grateful, less when, and more how The Power of No sounds harsh, but it's freeing Obligation and stress become memories My focus these days is on really just Being My safe cocoon, my inner light, at peace QUOTE: "I'll give you my answer calmly and sensibly, my final answer. My final answer is finally no. The answer is no! Absolutely and finally no! Finally and positively no! No! No! No! N - O!" ~ Abraham Polonsky
With all this free time on my hands, post-retirement from job and concert series, I am attempting to sculpt some sort of schedule, without throwing myself back into the same scrambling, chaotic life I have lived for the past 4+ decades. When I have the whole day/week/month ahead of me, I tend to put things off... but when I had an organized agenda and knew I only had a hour or so to accomplish something, I shoehorned the task into the available slot. Plus, now I have no excuse not to look out for own best interests. Radical Self-Care rocks!
Below are my current priorities, which are very do-able... :-) DO IT NOW! D O I Take my B-12, multi-vitamin, magnesium, calcium, low-dosage aspirin N O Walk at least 30 minutes/stretch as soon as I get out of bed (no later than 8 a.m.) Read/write something (anything!), meditate, eat mindfully, go to bed no later than midnight; reach out to someone in a personal way (phone call/e-mail or e-card/snail mail card or letter) weekly. New blog post twice a week: Mindful Monday and Thoughtful Thursday! SONG:I Have Been Around the World by Dar Williams BOOK:Change Your Reality, Change Your Life by Robin McKnight POEM: My Totally Awesome World by SeSe Geddes My husband has just left for work, and I’m already knotted by the window, watching him like a dog. I should paw the glass. I’ve got problems, man. Let’s get that out of the way. Just look at me sitting here in this fallow slant of morning light, like I’m stuck in a Hopper painting. I’ve got a Harley rumbling on high idle in my chest and a mind that catches and kinks like cheap cassette tape. This is the third time it’s come back — the panic I thought I’d beaten with the help of my shrink and a rainbow of Rite Aid generics. And I feel guilty, ungrateful, un-Oprah-like, swaddled in this voluptuous excess of useless sensation. If I could, I’d pull the energy from my body and just do something with it — jump-start cars, anything. But I can’t even leave the house. And to make matters worse it’s springtime in Northern California, and the trees are bursting with buds. Also, I’m wearing chenille. I’m wasting my life, twisted up on a faux-leather sofa in the middle of a weekday morning, and as I gaze down at the bright spill of CDs across the carpet, all I want is to be in Morocco with the Rolling Stones, and I want it to be 1967. All tiny blue tiles and LSD. I want to walk slowly through the arched doorways and courtyards wearing a sheer caftan over my naked body. I waft through whitewashed rooms with a joint drooping from the ruby-encrusted fingers of one hand and a snifter of cognac in the other. I want my long, straight hair teased into a perfect dome, my eyes rimmed in kohl, a talisman against evil dangling between my high breasts, and I want to find Keith lounging in the sun, his face still young and unlined, his silk shirt wilted open. I kneel beside him, lift the grass to his lips, the jewel-like coal glowing in the early- evening North African light, a pale blue deepening into an indigo minaret of sky. I exhale with the ripple of the fountain. Keith sighs and closes his eyes, and I say, “That’s ok, baby. Everything’s cool.” QUOTE: "Do not assume that you have to have some prescribed conditions to do your best work. Do not wait. Do not wait for enough time or money to accomplish what you think you have in mind. Work with what you have right now. Work with the people around you right now. Work with the architecture you see around you right now. Do not wait for what you assume is the appropriate, stress-free environment in which to generate expression. Do not wait for maturity or insight or wisdom. Do not wait till you are sure that you know what you are doing. Do not wait until you have enough technique. What you do now, what you make of your present circumstances will determine the quality and scope of your future endeavors. And, at the same time, be patient." ~ Anne Bogart
Yesterday was the 54th Super Bowl, and I don't even know, or care, which teams were playing. Actually, I do know one of the teams, because of the ridiculous tweet by Trump congratulating the state of Kansas for the Chiefs' win. They're based in Missouri, you moron. The president of the United States doesn't even know the geography of his own country. Don't get me started. Oops, too late!
As has been my tradition for the last few years, I went to my friend Dave's for his Anti-Super-Bowl house concert in his backyard, which is always well-attended. He hosts The Kennedys, Pete and Maura, a husband-and-wife duo who have been together for 28 years. She plays rhythm guitar, he plays lead guitar and ukulele (performing an amazing version of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue). They've lately been playing the entire album, start to finish, of River of Fallen Stars, as their first set, to honor the 25th anniversary of its release, which was amazing. They are nearing the end of the tracklist, and Maura explains that this next song, Life Goes on Without You, is about her mother's passing. As she begins, a bird starts singing along, a harmony/accompaniment to Maura's vocals. It is all at once eerie, beautiful, and melancholy, and Maura bursts into tears and cannot finish the song. Only on that one the bird sang, not before nor after. Goosebump-worthy.
Their second set was all-request, and they honored my ask of one of the three Dave Carter tunes they have recorded, their choice. It was When I Go. Lovely. I'm always glad to see them, and they me. We talked afterward and it turns out that they'll be at The New Bedford Folk Festival, which my husband and I plan to attend this July, in lieu of Falcon Ridge.
P.S. My graphic made me think of a conversation I had with my brother not too long ago. I was saying that something "wasn't all rainbows and unicorns" and he interjected that the alternative phrase, for those in the 12-step programs (which he is), is "pizzas and blowjobs". Ah, perspective is everything... :-)
SONG:Life Is Large by The Kennedys BOOK:Super Bowl Coloring Book by Johnnie Walker POEM:Wide Receiver by Mark Halliday In the huddle you said “Go long—get open” and at the snap I took off along the right sideline and then cut across left in a long arc and I’m sure I was open at several points— glancing back I saw you pump-fake more than once but you must not have been satisfied with what you saw downfield and then I got bumped off course and my hands touched the turf but I regained my balance and dashed back to the right I think or maybe first left and then right and I definitely got open but the throw never came— maybe you thought I couldn’t hang on to a ball flung so far or maybe you actually can’t throw so far but in any case I feel quite open now, the defenders don’t seem too interested in me I sense only open air all around me though the air is getting darker and it would appear by now we’re well into the fourth quarter and I strongly doubt we can afford to settle for dinky little first downs if the score is what I think it is so come on, star boy, fling a Hail Mary with a dream-coached combination of muscle and faith and I will gauge the arc and I will not be stupidly frantic and I will time my jump and—I’m just going to say in the cool gloaming of this weirdly long game it is not impossible that I will make the catch. QUOTE: "When you go into a game, and there's something that was drawn up the way it was supposed to be drawn up, and you missed the throw or the catch, as a receiver, it's something where you feel bad about that. You can always regret just missing it, but as a football player, you have to move on to the next play." ~ Patrick Mahomes
"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." ~ Goethe
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." ~
E. B. White
"Every day I walk out into the world to be dazzled, then to be reflective." ~ Mary Oliver
"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." ~ John Burroughs
"So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough." ~ Sylvia Plath
“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” ~ Claude Monet
“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”
~ E. Y. Harburg
Wife/mom/Lala, vegan, fanatical reader, music lover. I'm a committed-to-aging-well, unable-to-do-anything-in-25 words-or-less, ruby-slipper-wearing eternal optimist, attempting to figure out the circuitous journey I call my life: where I've been, where I am, where I'm going and who will be my traveling companions, continued or new.
In my 6+ decades on this planet, I've realized that change is not necessarily worse, just different; I've learned that saying "I don't know" has become incredibly liberating; I've intuited there is no such thing as perfection (whether it's a seashell or another person); I have become less demanding and more forgiving/flexible by the relaxation of my guidelines; and I've figured out that, even though I'll always be an Instant Gratification Leo, sometimes delaying the reward can heighten the pleasure, too.
I am more discerning to minimize the negative influences in my daily dealings (while still understanding the importance of moral obligations), and attempt to surround myself with people, activities and things that bring me joy. I want to make every glorious moment count, and I'm committed to making this world a better place, One Day At a Time... :-)
Beginnings (best first song lines ever - a work in progress... :-)
"I'm waitin' at the station, I can choose my destination, I'm a free soul, I got no chains, but it's a long time between trains" ~ Susan Werner, Time Between Trains
"Load the car and write the note, grab your bag and grab your coat, tell the ones that need to know, we are headed north" ~ The Avett Brothers, I and Love and You
"She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol, and I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal" ~ John Prine, Spanish Pipedream
"When I die, let them judge me by my company of friends" ~ Danny Schmidt, Company of Friends
"Dad coaches baseball and I am on the team, Mom thinks she’s Jesus Christ the Nazarene." ~ Joe Crookston, The Nazarene
"I love North Dakota 'cause you have never been there." ~ Kris Delmhorst, North Dakota
"I am not in love, but I'm open to persuasion." ~ Joan Armatrading, Love and Affection
"I took time out to write to my old friend, I walked across that burning bridge." ~ Michelle Shocked, Anchorage
"When she was three, her Barbies always did it on the first date." ~ Barenaked Ladies, Life, in a Nutshell
"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white." ~ Counting Crows, Round Here
"I can't believe you, you bend your words like Uri Geller's spoons." ~ Toad the Wet Sprocket, Nanci
"I won't forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand, I said I was a boy; I'm glad he didn't check." ~ Dar Williams, When I Was a Boy
"There's a Coke machine glowin' through the parking lot, call it a room with a view." ~ Todd Snider, Just Like Old Times
"There must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the thief." ~ Jimi Hendrix, All Along the Watchtower
"Hello, darkness, my old friend." ~ Simon and Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence
"The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves." ~ Bruce Springsteen, Thunder Road
"Common Cool, he was a proud young fool, in a kick*ss Wal-Mart tie." ~ Dave Carter, Ordinary Town
"Just before our love got lost, you said, 'I am as constant as a Northern Star', and I said, 'constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me, I'll be in the bar.' " ~ Joni Mitchell, A Case of You
Eight Days a Week
What's So "Punny" 'bout Peace, Love and Understanding?
All You Need is Love
Across the Universe
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, copyright 1952
Four Strong Winds
The Four Agreements
Everything we do is based on agreements we have made - agreements with ourselves, with other people, with God, with life. But the most important agreements are the ones we make with ourselves. In these agreements we tell ourselves who we are, how to behave, what is possible, what is impossible. One single agreement is not such a problem, but we have many agreements that come from fear, deplete our energy, and diminish our self-worth."
In this powerful book that has remained on The New York Times Bestseller List for over five years, don Miguel Ruiz reveals the source of self-limiting beliefs that rob us of joy and create needless suffering. When we are ready to change these agreements, there are four deceptively simple, yet powerful agreements that we can adopt as guiding principles. The Four Agreements offer a powerful code of conduct that can rapidly transform our lives to a new experience of freedom, true happiness, and love.
1. Be Impeccable With Your Word Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.
2. Don't Take Anything Personally Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.
3. Don't Make Assumptions Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.
4. Always Do Your Best Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.
