The tra­di­tion of was­sail­ing
(pro­nounced to rhyme with fossil-ing)is hardly a new one.

In cen­turies past, was­sail­ers went from door to door, singing and drink­ing to the health of their neigh­bors. The con­cept actu­ally harkens back to pre-Christian fer­til­ity rites — only in those cer­e­monies, vil­lagers trav­eled through their fields and orchards in the mid­dle of win­ter, singing and shout­ing to drive away any spir­its that might inhibit the growth of future crops. As part of this, they poured wine and cider on the ground to encour­age fer­til­ity in the crops. Con­tinue read­ing →

By Fran­cis P. Church, first pub­lished in The New York Sun in 1897.
[See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]

 We take plea­sure in answer­ing thus promi­nently the com­mu­ni­ca­tion below, express­ing at the same time our great grat­i­fi­ca­tion that its faith­ful author is num­bered among the friends of The Sun:

 Dear Edi­tor—

I am 8 years old. Some of my lit­tle friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

 Vir­ginia O’Hanlon

 Vir­ginia, your lit­tle friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skep­ti­cism of a skep­ti­cal age. They do not believe except they see. They think that noth­ing can be which is not com­pre­hen­si­ble by their lit­tle minds. All minds, Vir­ginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are lit­tle. In this great uni­verse of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intel­lect as com­pared with the bound­less world about him, as mea­sured by the intel­li­gence capa­ble of grasp­ing the whole of truth and knowl­edge. Con­tinue read­ing →

Glenda Green

I have just com­pleted the 1st phase of a project with Glenda. We cre­ated a beau­ti­ful web­site, Christ Bless­ing that is a show­case for the beau­ti­ful gifts Glenda brings to all of us through Jeshua and her skill as an artist & author.

As I said in an ear­lier blog, I am so lucky to work with the won­der­ful peo­ple that come to me. Thank you Glenda!

Grat­i­tude, the Grease that Turns the Universe

Sit­ting here on a beau­ti­ful Sun­day morn­ing, I have been think­ing about how lucky I am. First, another day to live this won­der­ful life expe­ri­ence. My amaz­ing fam­ily & friends… My daugh­ter Zöe & her boyfriend made it home safely after an adven­tur­ous trip in our friendly skies.

I started think­ing about my clients & how lucky I am to have these won­der­ful peo­ple as friends & clients. Most peo­ple want to sep­a­rate their pro­fes­sional life from their per­sonal life. That’s the way we have been trained. Also when you have a job like being in law enforce­ment, gov­ern­ment or some form of respon­si­bil­ity for oth­ers, some­times you want to sep­a­rate those worlds. ‘I don’t want to bring the stress of my job home’ is a com­mon say­ing. Unfor­tu­nately, this is impos­si­ble & that is why fam­ily & friends are so impor­tant for us. If we want to sep­a­rate our lives that means we are stuff­ing our feel­ings & emo­tions. There is an old adage, ‘What we resist, per­sists.’ So the more we stuff, the more our emo­tions & feel­ings come out and most of the time not in a way that is con­ducive to keep­ing a relationship.

I am blessed in that I have no sep­a­ra­tion between who I am & what I do.

How is this work­ing out in your life?