Channels of wisdom and folly…born anew each day
New channels of wisdom are born anew each day…as are new channels of folly.
The trick is choosing between the two.
–Janet Grace Riehl
New channels of wisdom are born anew each day…as are new channels of folly.
The trick is choosing between the two.
–Janet Grace Riehl
As we got closer to Grant Park, a friend from Oregon called and said she just wanted me to hold my phone up when Barack spoke so she could hear him. The lines of people snaked up Michigan Avenue; by now it was 9:45 p.m. and my daughter was sure we were too late. About…
Mark C. Brown, Ph.D. is a psychologist and author of Live Like A Window, Work Like A Mirror: Enlightenment and the Practice of Eternity Consciousness. / May is National Meditation Month meditation and health by Mark C. Brown Americans lead busy lives. We work hard, we take less time off than workers in many other…
Sunday noon the Rigpa retreat at Squaw Creek ended with fireworks inside us and snow outside the windows. As we left Squaw Valley it felt as if we were driving in a convoy…mostly towards route 80 West…destination Sacramento. That was to be my route back to Lake County. It promised to be a rather a…
In honor of the combination of Black History Month and Valentine’s Day week, I’m running a “Black Valentine” series to profile several of the most vibrant Black couples I’ve met in St. Louis. I met Carlos and Sylvia Jenkins at the Missouri History Museum evening featuring Ron Himes. Carlos and Sylvia run CJS Vision 500,…
Just As The Sun Went Down by Edna Florence (1899) 1. After the din of the battle’s roar, Just at the close of day, Wounded and bleeding upon the battle field, Two wounded soldiers lay. One held a ringlet of thin, gray hair, One held a lock of brown, Bidding each other a fond farewell,…
For this year’s Blog Action Day’s topic on Climate Change, I asked Riehlife readers to share their observations and village wisdom. Here’s a sampling. –JGR _____________________ Xian Yeagan (Lake County, N. California…gonzo artist) sent this poem: Climactic Chains All Summer in California it was dangerously hot and dry. Until last week. Today it is cold…