Overwhelmed? Too many things to do? Like an endless list, with things that put themselves back on the list every month, every week, every day?

I did.

Then one day, I said that from now on I would honor this list all morning, but come lunch, I am free for the rest of the day to do what I want. Sort of “give to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what is God’s.” And to me what is mine: peace of mind.

I need to honor my own needs, not just the needs the modern world places upon me.

I just read something that I wanted to share with you that I think is a really important message
It was something written from a veterinary of his thoughts from his practice thru out the years
How many pet owners go to his office when it is time for their pets to exit and depart earth and go on to heaven
They do not want to be there when they leave and bring their pet into the office
He was saying and I am saying
Your pet is your family and is part of your family

How to deal with a negative person.

The best way to deal with a negative person is to stay away from them. They are toxic as they stand.

But you are probably listening to this because you cannot get away from this person – either they’re your boss or your relative.

Before you meet this person, prepare for the situation. I mean prepare energetically. Picture everything going remarkably well, surprisingly well. Hold the image for 20 seconds.

As much as possible, stand or sit at right angles to the person. You do not want your body to face them.

Suppose earth itself can help make peace on earth, in your lifetime, starting right now – the end of violence – the end of the barbaric age.

Consider the oppressor.

Suppose our thoughts can help make peace on earth, in your lifetime, starting right now – the end of violence – the end of the barbaric age.

Consider the people being oppressed.

I picture them wandering now in a grove of trees, tall and pungent, with the ground moist and soft. I picture them happily stepping on stones to cross a brook, trickling, soothing.

I picture them walking thru an open meadow of tall grasses with a sun umbrella, sparrows appearing and disappearing.

How long can you smile?

Can you consciously keep a smile for a day? for an hour? for 3 minutes?

I’ve tried this, and it does take effort.

Even consciously returning a gaze with a smile.

There are those rare people who always seem to have a smile – they actually always seem happy.

At the supermarket, anywhere where there are strangers, it is kind of fun and interesting to hunt for visually happy people.

I am out driving in my Ford Explorer
My big SUV
On this rainy day
It is raining a lot
It is warm and mild it is in the 60’s in Goshen, Ct
I just went by this awesome farmland and barn
Just so pretty around here
I saw this muddy, muddy field and
I saw this cow just tip toe out like a ballerina
To put his hoof out
To see if he was going to step out into this muddy, muddy field
He was so coated with mud
Like he was getting a mud facial
Like a mud cow-a-thon
I don’t know what you would call it
I thought of life

I’m in Detroit
And I just want to talk about a synchronistic moment that I call
Whether it’s Coincidence
I think everything is so universally planned out for us at times
Before leaving to go to the famous Cooney Island hot dogs that are made in Dearborn
I was being a real tourist wanting to hit that spot
As I was getting dressed I did not want to wear white
Cause I thought I am going to have a messy chili dog
A Cooney Island chill dog, I am going to splatter that all over myself
So I wore a top that could conceal having food getting on you

My horse had her own kitten. The kitten was black and white. Her name was Megan. I only called her Megan when I was mad at her. I used to call her Morgan Mule. I called her Meg for short.

She had her own black and white kitten, and she got skunked. She must have thought it was her kitten.

She was running to me, because I had whistled for her. And she stopped dead in her tracks and wouldn’t move.

I walked down. I thought something had happened. And then I smelled her.

There’s something about a very old photograph that really draws me in. Perhaps it’s the black and white monochrome world that looks oddly “at a distance” – as if that’s the best that could be done at that time – almost like a dream.

I like to see how people are dressed and I try to sense how it felt to be in that place at that time. Did the air feel different?