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I enjoy making fresh juice at home, in the mornings. Sometimes after I drink the juice, I clean the machine immediately. It takes less than three minutes. But other times, I get distracted, and the pulp adheres to the basket and machine parts, creating a sticky mess?
I wonder how many “juicers” are sitting unattended in my life, getting stickier by the minute, while I avoid them?
*Ari is a dear friend of ours and we are honored to share his mindful moment with you. We look forward to sharing moments from other dear friends in the future. You are all invited to play! Thank you, Ari!
When I was four years old, my parents had a Time-Life book about World War II, which sat on the coffee table in the living room. The living room was off limits to children, unless there was company. Occasionally, I would sneak in to look at that book full of awful pictures, graphically depicting man’s inhumanity to man. I now know that Hilter was a person who behaved very badly. I didn’t understand that then. I did recognize pictures of dead people being bulldozed into open graves and thousands of soldiers lying dead in the fields of Europe. One day the feelings simply overwhelmed me and I sat in tears on the floor. I wanted it (war; anything that would cause this damage) stopped that instant. The book disappeared. I never forgot about war. When I began this work, twenty-nine years ago, it was because I wanted to bring an end to violence in our world. I didn’t want to work on it, try to end it or struggle with it, all of which I have done. Continue Reading →
By: Kelly Williams
“The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life; whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.” Continue Reading →
