Thoughts of inspiration come seemingly from thin air. Here is a reminder for every day practice, whether in meditation, in solitude, or with others.
Two years ago today my husband’s oldest friend Eric died. I’ve written about Eric’s death and its effect on our family before. Last month Eric’s parents hosted a “Musical Ofrenda” at their church in Eric’s honor. Eric was an artist, an art teacher, and a music lover and the evening consisted of examples of all three sides of Eric.
At the end of the evening, Eric’s parents presented the world premiere of an original work of music, they had commissioned: Eric’s Sign. The words came from a note Eric once left on the door of his classroom. It is wonderful advice, and one of my favorite poems.
There will be no lunchtime art until 12:25 pm. If you have recess before 12:25, there is no lunchtime art for you. Instead:
Celebrate the unfathomable joy of your youth.
Meditate on the oneness of the…
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