No matter what happens, to me, our flag stands for freedom.
Saw this beautiful reminder on my evening walk tonight.
Hi friends–so many wonderful friends I’ve met here on WordPress, blogging. I ran across a sweet opportunity to join a group of 1,000 (+) bloggers who are writing about compassion. The plan is to “flood the internet” (though I doubt 1,000 blogs will constitute anything near a flood) with perspectives on compassion.
The floodgates open February 20, 2015.
It’s an idea that’s growing rapidly, with bloggers from all over the world joining in. I wish I could personally invite you all, so instead I’m mass-inviting you!
If you’re interested in participating, look for #1000Speak on Twitter and 1000 Voices for Compassion on Facebook.
Stay tuned here, too. I’ll be posting for compassion on 2/20.
Joan T. Warren
Above the tree line, frigid wind, snow and ice sever all but the most adapted life forms.
In this harsh environment, against all expectation, alpine wildflowers paint the rocky terrain with vibrant hues of pink, purple, white and yellow:
Colors we typically associate with femininity–certainly not our definition of rugged.
Though the largest clusters are one to two inches tall and less than a foot in diameter, most are miniscule–those pictured here, just an eighth of an inch! These tiny beauties have the power to attract attention despite intense competition from endless mountain views and pristine open skies:Miniature stature we typically deem picayune– certainly not our definition of majestic.
Sometimes needing several years to produce their brilliant best, they bloom as long as they’re able, which is sometimes just a day, a week, perhaps a month at most, then rest for the long winter. If damaged by caribou, moose or tourist, it may take years to recover the wound.
This level of productivity we might typically judge as insubstantial, flimsy–certainly not our definition of efficient or prolific.
Yet who among us could survive the throes of an alpine home?
How is it, then, these dainty fairies thrive amidst frozen, barren, wind-torn and rocky terrain? Read the rest of this entry
Humor. Humor has always been kind of a funny thing to me.
I like laughing, that’s for sure. I enjoy reading and hearing funny people. Then I try to be funny. That doesn’t always work so well. Maybe its that I’ve been living in the house with step-teens for the last ten years. Before that, a teen girl of my own. Somehow what I think is funny gets turned into “weird.” Read the rest of this entry
Do you aspire to leadership? Are you a leader?
Are you a follower? Do you hope to be a follower?
Leadership is highly valued in our society. Following–not so much. Just as we’d never set out to become a drug addict, we don’t set out in life to become followers. Is this right? Can we all be leaders? Should we all? Is there anything wrong with being a follower? Read the rest of this entry