Rumi: “Do You Think I Know What I Am Doing?”

Do you think I know what I’m doing?

That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?

As much as a pen knows what it’s writing.

Or the ball can guess where it’s going next.

— Rumi

From Open Secret: Versions of Rumi by John Moyne

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Jelaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Biographical information and picture are from Wikepedia)

Wordless Wednesday

Bastet’s Pixelventures: Spontaneous

As I was sitting in my doctor’s office this morning, I thought about Bastet’s Pixelventures newest challenge. Our assignment this week is to take a spontaneous picture and then edit it using one of the photo editing apps. I realized I had an opportunity to take that photo while I waited for the doctor!

This is my favorite of the pictures I took. I used the Loma filter on the Pic Shop Lite app to come up with this version. (Be sure to keep scrolling down after looking at the first photo!) Continue reading “Bastet’s Pixelventures: Spontaneous” →

We Need the Bees!

Two years ago a friend gave me a bee balm plant. Last year had quite a few blooms. This year it has taken off. At this point it is 64 inches tall and is full of blooms!

Bee balm is known to attract butterflies, hummingbirds and bees. It is also considered edible and medicinal.

While I have been delighted by the number of blooms on my plant, I have also felt distressed by how few bees there are both in the bee balm and in my garden as a whole. I’m also concerned that essentially all the bees are bumblebees. There are almost no honey bees despite the fact that I have neighbors three houses down who have honey bee hives. It has never been this bad before.

As you probably know the bees are disappearing all over the world. They are getting sick and dying. Continue reading “We Need the Bees!” →

Rumi: “Come, Come Whoever You Are”

Come, come whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving — it doesn’t matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,

Come, come again, come.

— Rumi

As quoted in Sunbeams : A Book of Quotations (1990) by Sy Safransky, p. 67

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Jelaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Biographical information and picture are from Wikepedia)

Your Worth

Many of my clients struggle so much with self doubt and feeling unworthy. This blog post by Owl McCloud addresses that issue using a metaphor that I think is very powerful. I hope you find it valuable too.

The House of Wolves

We all know how much we are worth in this world. We been told our whole lives about our place on this planet. Told that we’re too old, too slow, too skinny, too fat, too boring, not fun enough, not sexy enough or stupid and worthless all together. When we hear this all thorough out our lives we sadly sometimes start to believe it. Lets play a quick game for some money, a man made valued item. How many of you reading this would love a free Twenty dollar bill$? I’m sure a few of you would but with if I balled it up, now who still wants ? Now what if I took that same balled up twenty and throw it on the floor and stepped on it, who still wants it? I’m betting the number of you that said you would take it in the beginning would still…

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Red, Red and More Red

Over the last year or so, I have become aware of how many red cars there are in my neighborhood. At one point yesterday, I noticed that on my block and in the first quarter of the next block there were 8 red cars! Continue reading “Red, Red and More Red” →

Wordless Wednesday

I Remember When…..

I remember the days before television. I ran home from school so I could hear the next chapter of serial stories on the radio!

I remember mimeograph machines, tiny printing presses that worked by forcing ink through a stencil onto paper. That was how we made copies of documents. No photocopiers. No Kinkos.

I remember traveling alone by train. I believe I between 7 and 9 years-of-age and was going from Florida to New Jersey. Continue reading “I Remember When…..” →