Posts Categorized: Being of service

Incident at the Food Coop

After buying groceries at the Food Coop tonight, I sat down at a table to eat my dinner of spinach artichoke lasagne and roasted zucchini. As I ate, I noticed that the young cashier who helped me left his station and sat down at a nearby table, obviously upset. He rubbed his temples and stared… Read more »

Conversation With Mom

On Thanksgiving afternoon, my mother asked to speak privately with my sisters and me. The turkey was in the oven and the children were resting in a warm, sunny spot on the floor. My sisters and I sat in a semi-circle facing my mother as she explained the purpose of the meeting. When her mother… Read more »

Everyone’s Invited!

As I was having a manicure yesterday, I heard a woman talking about her holiday. She was cooking for 40 people, all who are alone and have nowhere else to go. She even invited the man doing her pedicure when she heard that he was alone. What a generous soul! I want to wish all… Read more »

Love Is Justice

Brian Stevenson, Attorney and Law Professor, has a beautiful attitude. He has dedicated his life to defending the people our society tends to ignore, the prison population. He believes that we are more than the worst thing that we have ever done. He sees the humanity in everyone, even those who are too vicious to… Read more »

Fighting Back

There is a particular aspect of these school and public shootings that is gnawing at me.  Everyone talks about keeping guns out of the hands of the mentally ill.  But, what about the disturbed, lonely, marginalized, bullied, isolated, maybe abused,  people who are not mentally ill but are willing to give up their lives to… Read more »

Still Inspiring

Wayne Dyer continues to be an inspiration.  Every time I hear one of his quotes, it feels like the first time.  I say yes, yes, I get it!  In case you are not familiar with them, here are some of his teachings: “Circumstances do not make a man, they reveal him. If you believe it… Read more »

Three Cups of Tea

Today I was invited into a new friend’s home for a cup of tea.  We sat on cushions on the floor and, surrounded by Chinese flute music, he steeped tea the old-fashioned way.  I always wondered how those tiny Japanese pots were used.  He poured fresh boiling water into the little pot, swooshed it around… Read more »