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A fiesta is just a party, but it sounds so much more festive, doesn’t it? I think piñatas, margaritas, tortilla chips, balloons, and music that you just can’t help but dance to.
Good Day
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Recently I took a 5-day e-course called Tiny Habits (highly recommended, by the way). The goal is just as the title says: to develop tiny habits.
I’m talking tiny. One of my habits, acquired in the class, is this: after my feet touch the floor in the morning, I say (out loud or in my head), “It’s gonna be a great day!”
Then (again, learned in the class), I reward myself for doing my habit by saying (out loud or in my head), “I’m awesome!”
The feeling I get after I do this is the same feeling I get when I look at this painting. Spacious. Hopeful. Present.
Rhino Chandelier
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Did you ever read The Story of Ferdinand
Written by Munro Leaf and illustrated by Robert Lawson, this delightful book tells the story of a bull who would rather smell flowers than fight in bullfights. No matter how he’s provoked by the matador and everyone else in the ring, Ferdinand just sits, smelling the flowers.
This rhino reminds me of Ferdinand, content to gaze in wonder at the beautiful chandelier, rather than doing whatever “rhino-like” things people would expect. It just makes me happy to see.
Ascension
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When I sit down to meditate, if you could take a snapshot of my mind, this isn’t far from what it might look like.
There’s an intention to focus on my breath, and even some success in doing so. Then there are flitting thoughts, dangling thoughts, and thoughts that quite simply run away with me.
When I notice them, I let them go and return to my breath. Over and over and over.
Dreaming Angel Dog
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When I was 7 or 8, and my brother was about 9, we got a dog. Scott had been lobbying hard for one, and our new furry family member was definitely his dog, but Hausen loved indiscriminately.
He was one of those sweetheart dogs who was kind to everyone… unless you were threatening one of his pack. Mom said he would never hurt a fly, and that’s probably true.
He had a lot of nicknames: Bear, Roo, Rooer Bear. And if enough time had passed since he’d last done something destructive (there were a number of those), Saint Hausen.
If there is an afterlife, meeting up with Hausen is one of the things I’m looking forward to most.
