Every spring, Tim struggles to adjust to the new time. Losing an hour is a big deal, and he wants to make sure I share in his misery. At book club, days after the Senate voted to go on daylight saving time, women in the group shared their difficulty adjusting to losing an hour. But a few people's experiences don't make it so.
We are often blind to our own behavior and how our words affect others. Too often we tolerate others’ negativity for the sake of being polite. Too often we forget to work on ourselves.
For every one bad news, the bakery is out of sourdough bread, we need three good news, they have rye, wheat, and multigrain bread.
Good questions arise out of silence. Granddaughter Edith (11 years-old) walked briskly next to me without talking—highly unusual. While visiting, when not talking, she’s playing the piano (aka my piano keyboard) and singing Kacey Muskgraves’ songs, Biscuits, for one:
We can experience spiritual highs watching the stars above or drinking a glass of our favorite wine. But, these are temporary antidepressant moments. They don't get to the root of our unease and endless search to feel content and grounded. But they are reminders of just how good it feels when we let go of illusions and live in truth.