I'm into gratitude these days. I just find one little thing to feel grateful
for and then a whole bunch of other stuff pops into my mind.
http://www.gratefulness.org/brotherdavid/a-good-day.htm
I've even been grateful for gratitude (-:
On Saturday, October 26, 2013 9:11 AM, Richard J. Williams
<pundits...@gmail.com> wrote:
Hope - yeah, that's the ticket!
A detailed depiction of a certain taboo male fantasy: the
uninhibited poor American anti-social bachelor, alone and
self-absorbed, wearing a goatee and a black T-shirt, typing into
an iPhone - utterly free. That's our Uncle Tantra - full of hope
that someone, anyone, will love him for what he is - a great and
wise spiritual teacher. Go figure.
There's_Gonna_Be_a_God_Damn_Riot_in_Here
On 10/26/2013 8:27 AM, TurquoiseB wrote:
>That's what it says on the steet sign across the road from where I'm
>sitting. The Street Of Hope. Cool. And the password for
the free Wifi at
>this cafe is 'cafe'. That's cool, too. And they have
Westmalle Tripel.
>That's just WAY cool. What can I say? I am easily amused
by little
>things.
>
>But still, doesn't sitting down in a new cafe to write in
and
>discovering that you're literally sitting on the Street Of
Hope sound
>like a *sign*? Maybe what I should write about, in this
new writing
>cafe, is HOPE.
>
>OK, here goes.
>
>Hope. I still have it, in spades.
>
>Despite what has been said about me on this forum and
others in the
>past, I am *not* at heart a cynic. I know few people
*more* hopeful than
>I am. And I see ample reason in the world I see around me
to *be*
>hopeful.
>
>It's really not such a bad place.
>
>Get over it, if you believe it is.
>
>This world is full of great beauty and great art and great
love. And
>these things are there even in the darkest corners of
supposed
>hopelessness. And what you focus on, you become.
>
>When I find someone who's invented a new artform, as has
Elena Divina
>with her Cyr wheel in the videos I posted earlier, I focus
on that, and
>I feel more hopeful. A world that can produce that is FAR
from hopeless.
>
>It's like the ending to Woody Allen's "The Purple Rose Of
Cairo."
>Cecilia (Mia Farrow) has had a bad day. She's on the
street, homeless
>after telling her abusive husband to fuck off, and finding
out that the
>other man she'd fallen in love with is fictional. She has
nowhere to
>stay, and nowhere to go, and has very little money in her
pockets. But
>she finds herself standing in front of a movie theater,
and spends one
>of her last coins to go in and watch the movie.
>
>And up on the screen is Fred Astaire. And suddenly there
is hope.
>Because no world that has Fred Astaire in it could
possibly be hopeless.
>
>
