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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!
My legs were killing me. I had walked the entire length of a good sized concourse at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport . I needed surgery. Sitting down felt terrific. Walking toward me was a bright-faced, young woman in her twenties with a child no more than five with the unmistakable hair of a person with cancer, undergoing or having just completed chemotherapy. In an instant, I could no longer feel the pain in my legs.
I wonder if perspective ever becomes automatic?
Eight years later, I can tell you it does when I am awake.
A recent advertisement announces that we can now insure our pets as well as the passengers who ride in our cars.
I wonder why we have not decided to insure the poorest of our children?
