When I see this …

… I think of this.
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When I see this …

… I think of this.
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Anybody have an effective suggestion for handling this email InBox conundrum?
With physical mail, I could divide the incoming missives into piles marked
and respond accordingly.
Another version made a distinction:
What I’m finding with my emails is whenever I’m uncertain how to answer, I put it aside – where it’s likely to wither and die. That is, if I don’t respond immediately, the message gets lost in the clutter.
I’ve thought about setting up a basket specifically to hold these cases, but once they’re out of sight, they’ll be out of mind. From my perspective, there’s no place to really put something aside, at least where I’ll see it but it won’t get buried. A pile for reflection sounds like limbo.
Anyone got a workable solution? Help! Tell us all!
What, you say? These Woodpecker Reports aren’t current – they’re just history?
Like we haven’t had a Bush trying to return to the White House? Or a Clinton?
Just what direction do you think we’re heading?
Living in a temperate zone where green returns after gray slumber, I always find the leafy proliferation a wonder. It’s a festive temple, of sorts, and a comfort.
Restore your soul in its abundance.
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When I first took up the practice of meditation, my goal was to get high – a natural, chemical-free experience, but a kind of escape all the same.
Moving to the ashram took that a step further. The goal became to transcend this mundane experience, entering into hours of unconscious ecstasy and returning to daily life with a heavenly vision.
Over the years, though, the practice has shifted. Yes, I still value those moments of natural high and clarity and oneness with the universe, but my bigger aim these days is to get grounded. To sit and move in that which is eternal, or my true nature. To be open to the divine around me. To be authentically loving and kind and …
The practice itself still means sitting with others in silence. That hasn’t changed!
Rarely do you stand at the summit. It’s a lesson of life.
Even on the trail, the climax awaits, somewhere overhead.
We need something to look up to, from infancy on.
And then there are clouds – or the surrounding range.
Or the streams, threading together, below.
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A materialistic outlook misses so much. As does an emphasis on concrete reality or causality.
How would you explain love, for starters? Much less admit passion? Why does music move us the way it does? And pain, be assured, is more than a neuro-chemical calculation. Why does social injustice to others spur our own anger? How could those who own all the creaturely comforts ever feel lonely?
The materialistic reaction to these, I suspect, prompts what we call addiction. Though it’s not always to alcohol, tobacco, illicit drugs, food, or even sex.
For liberation, a spiritual dimension will open. Or else.
When I see this …

… I think of this.
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Time for true conservatives to weigh in.
Take back the GOP.
(From the super-rich.)
(From the off-the-chart far-right-wingers.)
(From the anarchists masked in their midst.)
We’ve already paid enough.
Just run the numbers. The full cost of everything, far beyond war and taxes.
WAR is a racket. It always has been.
It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one
international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the
losses in lives.
Maj. Gen. Smedley Darlington Butler, USMC
— from War Is a Racket