Thoughtfulness: a hook on the door in a public restroom.
Forgetfulness: leaving your coat in a public restroom.
The old saints sought to encounter God by passing through the dark night of the soul.
We prefer a cruise to the land of the midnight sun.
The morning bed-making helps our brain set to rights
The topsy-turvy dreams we passed through in the night.
In meditation we contemplate the minute hand creeping across the face of time before clicking back into our digital lives.
In even the best marriage, certain things are beyond correction.
A spouse's tolerance must exceed the other's imperfection.
Math is a language it’s impossible to lie in.
Chairman Joe
"In even the best marriage ..." ought to be on one of those lifestyle plaques, written in calligraphy, at Lee's Store in Wannaska, or at the very least on a billboard outside of town
ReplyDeleteThe spouse in the second last squib might add unconditional love to the tolerance equation. Also, the spouse might try a real challenge: be neither for nor against anything.
ReplyDeleteMeditation: We may be able to stop looking at the clock, but we can't stop looking at our thoughts - at least, I've never met anyone with this capacity.