Do you have a bucket or life list yet?
If not, why not? Or do you have a list, but haven’t done anything on your list?
Why not? Are you too scared? Too old? Too busy? Too whatever? If so, this book is for you. In Bucket Listers, Get Your Brave On: How to Do the Thing You’re Too Old or Scared to Do, Marilyn Flower shows you how to make friends with fear so you can move forward.
She shows you how to break what feels overwhelming into bite-size bits, gather information, and get organized to take obvious next steps. This little book also contains a worksheet so you can capture your ideas and track your progress. Marilyn does the process right along with you, so you have a companion for your journey.
The ancient art and spiritual practice of saying “no.”
Say No to Yoga; Say Yes to Noga!
I went to my first “noga” class today.
Noga is the ancient art and spiritual practice of saying “no.” Bet you didn’t know that saying no is an ancient art and spiritual practice. Let me break if down for you. We’ll start with the ancient art.
You’ve heard of yoga. All kinds of Asanas or poses designed to contort the body into variations on a pretzel. You’ve seen the gravity defying pictures of a man doing a plank in mid-air, suspended by one hand. Or the lady with her feet around her ears. Physically impossible, right?
Right! That’s why they invented noga for the rest of us.
The Mystical Poetry of the Lord’s Prayer in its Original Aramaic
The shimmering sound that touches us.
Given all the uncertainties we’re facing right now as a nation and as a planet, one of the key spiritual tools we can call upon is prayer.
Some people pray spontaneously flowing words from their hearts. Some people find great comfort at times like these with traditional prayers that have stood the test of time.
One of the most beloved is the Lord’s Prayer. It has a familiar cadence that many of us can recite by rote without focusing on the meaning. But given this was one of Jesus’ main teachings about our relationship to God, perhaps it’s worth a deeper look.
But you did tell me you love me, just not in words.
You Didn’t Tell Me You Changed the Rules
I was used to the old rules —
say you’re sitting on my left,
so I look past you left-ward,
scanning for a shiny object or person.
Look over there, I’d say, pointing.
and while you look, my spoon or fork
darts over your plate
quick as a lizard nabs a fly,
and grabs a bite of your cake, ice cream, or pie.
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