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 After the third time Lillie dropped her ball at my feet, I finally looked up: “I’m sorry, girl, I am too upset to play.” “What’s the matter?” she asked (Lilly is our dog, but she sometimes talks to me. Nobody else ever hears her, but I have grown used to it). I told her that I was worried about union workers. In Wisconsin, and in a dozen other states, newly elected lawmakers are attempting to roll ~read more~  Speaking only for myself, the more that I suffer, the more I am able to feel compassion for the suffering of others. The deeper my sorrow, the softer my heart, the next time I see a teardrop fall. Each new *kind* of suffering I experience—-losing a job, losing a loved one, undergoing surgery, treating another harshly, and hearing my own words echo in my head—-each new type of suffering opens my soul a little wider to the ~read more~ Apart from the myths about Thanksgiving, the practice of expressing gratitude can be very nourishing. Thank you for visiting my blog, and for any comments you make. bonus: my earlier post on the Pilgrims’ buckled hats. ~read more~ This Sunday is the 316th anniversary of the birth of Voltaire. I’ve published some Opening Words for this occasion, on my ~read more~ |
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