No Worries
I have a developmentally delayed friend who has difficulty with social ques making her vulnerable in social settings. With her permission, I tell the following story to help illustrate how difficult it is for some…
The Gentle Purveyors of Peace
I confess to being rather melancholy today, sparked, by a jarring article, by Rory Andrews, which had come up on my newsfeed. It was about a small roadside plot of land, that was used…
Mindful Compassion
Watty Piper took the symbol of a simple train chugging its way up a hill when he gave us The Little Engine That Could. “I think I can, I think I can” tooted Piper’s little…
Picking Pearls: Spend a little time
“I have never had a bad hair day,” she said proudly while tapping her hair with both hands.
She then reported, “I wash my hair at night and I comb it in the morning.”
Finishing her statement, she said, “My hair is always perfect.”
This wonderful pearl was picked this week for its soothing elements of self-care.
The speaker was developmentally delayed and as it turns out completely happy with every hair on her head.
What a fantastic reality to live in.
As I scratched the surface of her fantastic reality I realized how much kindness she pays herself by not fretting over her hair every day. Adopting that attitude, I would be able to start my morning with peace and joy rather than allowing the state of my hair set the pace for my day.
Digging deeper, I realized how pitifully consumer-driven I was. I have numerous lotions and potions and rubs and scrubs. I have lathers, soaks, and oils and still, I’m the one having the bad hair days.