Sorry, everyone, I got Wavy's beloved quote wrong (typo) and there's no way to fix it. Mortifying! It should be, of course, "“If you lose your sense of humor, it’s just not funny anymore.”
"You might say that these days are polished with a new vein of spiritual grit."
"The bad days, I do my best and remind myself to be grateful for the many blessings, friends, and readers who fill my life. Yes, there will come a Last Perfect Day. I won’t know that day when it comes. But I hope to be ready for what comes after, and view it with equanimity.
"But what it all seems to boil down to, at least for me, isn’t an elusive Buddhist abiding. It’s simply the conviction that we’re all part of a divine comedy, a sometimes spastic dance, with none of us getting what we anticipate or work for, much less deserve."
Beautiful words, beautiful mind. And hey, when those bad days hit hard, and/or after that last perfect day is nothing more than a memory, there'll still be strawberry shortcakes and hugs knocking on your door, and all kinds of other tidings of love from that Big World of yours. <3
Love this ❤️❤️ and the story of the sand mandala in the SF museum is quite something! Also what a good teacher your post this week is when it comes to equanimity and accepting the impermanence. Thank you 🙏🏽🙏🏽
Sorry, everyone, I got Wavy's beloved quote wrong (typo) and there's no way to fix it. Mortifying! It should be, of course, "“If you lose your sense of humor, it’s just not funny anymore.”
"You might say that these days are polished with a new vein of spiritual grit."
"The bad days, I do my best and remind myself to be grateful for the many blessings, friends, and readers who fill my life. Yes, there will come a Last Perfect Day. I won’t know that day when it comes. But I hope to be ready for what comes after, and view it with equanimity.
"But what it all seems to boil down to, at least for me, isn’t an elusive Buddhist abiding. It’s simply the conviction that we’re all part of a divine comedy, a sometimes spastic dance, with none of us getting what we anticipate or work for, much less deserve."
Beautiful words, beautiful mind. And hey, when those bad days hit hard, and/or after that last perfect day is nothing more than a memory, there'll still be strawberry shortcakes and hugs knocking on your door, and all kinds of other tidings of love from that Big World of yours. <3
Love this, Jeff. A tonic for all of us, and for each of us.
“the undeniably weathered look of Robert Redford.” Ouch! 😂
Love this ❤️❤️ and the story of the sand mandala in the SF museum is quite something! Also what a good teacher your post this week is when it comes to equanimity and accepting the impermanence. Thank you 🙏🏽🙏🏽