Intention Friday

Set your intention for the weekend.

My intent is to be a creator, not a consumer.

At this very moment, am I creating or consuming?

What is your intention?

Dear President Obama

Dear President Obama,

My son just did a "Legacy Report" at school. He needed to pick someone who has handed down something that we still see today. He has his top three heroes: Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, and Martin Luther King Jr. It's very hard to break into his top three (believe me I've tried). For a while I thought James Madison was going to edge out Thomas Jefferson... but, I know, there's no real way that could happen.

Anyway, he chose Martin Luther King Jr.

But yesterday he told me, "Do you want to know why I didn't pick Barack Obama?" Of course I wanted to know! "I think he's handed us a legacy that we don't appreciate yet. I'm sure that a second grader a long time from now will pick him, though."

So, just for the record, I wanted you to know that there are already some of us who do appreciate your legacy... of breaking down walls, of peace, of respect and tolerance.

Thank you.

ps - just so you know, you are currently #4 on my son's list of heroes. But be warned, Ben Franklin is nipping at your heals at #5!

Hope

Hope always finds a way

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Intention Friday

My intent this weekend:

Give up being right: invincibility in defenselessness.

Namaste

The divinity within me salutes the divinity within you.

Marie Howe

This Marie Howe poem was read at yoga this morning and I've had it in my head ever since:

Even if I don't see it again -- nor ever feel it
I know it is -- and that if once it hailed me
it ever does --

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn't -- I was blinded like that -- and swam
in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I'd die
from being loved like that.