Friday, January 9, 2015

Authentic Communication --by Fred Kofman

Originally Posted HERE

Preparing for the Conversation

INTERVIEW: Nature Is Talking to Us All the Time --by Ted Andrews and Sounds True


Friday, December 19, 2014

Three Methods for Working with Chaos --by Pema Chödrön

Originally Posted HERE

Times of chaos and challenge can be the most spiritually powerful… if we are brave enough to rest in their space of uncertainty. Pema Chödrön describes three ways to use our problems as the path to awakening and joy.

Sometimes late at night or on a long walk with a friend, we find ourselves discussing our ideas about how to live and how to act and what is important in life. If we’re studying Buddhism and practicing meditation, we might talk of no-self and emptiness, of patience and generosity, of loving-kindness and compassion. We might have just read something or heard some teachings that turned our usual way of seeing things upside down. We feel that we’ve just reconnected with a truth we’ve always known and that if we could just learn more about it, our life would be delightful and rich.

The newly mindful Anderson Cooper --from 60 Minutes

Originally Posted HERE

On a mindfulness retreat, Anderson Cooper puts down the microphone and learns to love silence, as well as life without a cell phone
"I realized on this story, sitting in that meditation retreat, this is exactly what I need," Anderson Cooper tells 60 Minutes Overtime about his immersion in the world of mindfulness. "It sounds like I've sort of drunk the Kool Aid, but in a way I have sort of drunk the Kool Aid."

Dr. Seuss on the True Meaning of Christmas

"Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus," --by Francis P. Church, first published in the New York Sun, 1897

Happy Holidays from Everyone
at A Circle of Friends!

 “We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
Dear Editor— I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? ~Virginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Death and the Rebirth of Patti Smith --by Steven Foehr | July 1, 1996

Originally Posted HERE

A series of deaths-her husband, brother and closest friend–has softened the heart of the once angry poet and singer. “Sorrow is like a precious spring,” says Patti Smith, and with it has come an outburst of writing, recording and performing.

Belligerent bohemian punk poet. Street-hot rock and roll messiah. Ultimate female rock rebel. The Queen of Piss. That was the Patti Smith of the 1970′s.

Mother of two. Widow. Poet and performer. Student of religious imagery. Author. That is the Patti Smith of 1996.

“I feel like a very youthful and a very ancient person,” Smith, 49, says. She still has the rail-thin body of 20 years ago, but her dark hair shows gray.