Those Poor Kids…
Has it ever happened to you, maybe? I think of those kids (more…)
Has it ever happened to you, maybe? I think of those kids (more…)
In a series of letters to his illegitimate son that have become famous, Lord Chesterfield compares one’s knowledge to (more…)
In the middle of so many deserts, the satisfaction of having been an oasis.
I pour water in the cup and say to myself: (more…)
(The title of this post is suggested by ‘Opening the Hand of Thought‘, by Ven. Kosho Uchiyama Roshi. I haven’t read it (yet), but I’m sure I’ll find a lot in common with the interests expressed in here).
I see thought as a life force, as a spring always moving along. As we’re continuously floating on such an heterogeneous matter, negative thoughts are (more…)
I think the ‘Show, don’t tell’ hint, usually offered to writers, is also of application when trying to influence other people. (more…)
The whole universe gathers in admiration whenever (more…)
“Come on, let me see your smiling face. The new ping pong classes start today at deck C (more…)
The really extro–verted ways of our human society oblige most of us, its members, to be kind of self-taught about how to deal with our inner worlds. There are increasing and very brave attempts of acknowledgement of such worlds, but for most of the people emotions, feelings and ‘all that stuff’ are regarded as a world of ‘ghosts’, and ghosts are (more…)
I don’t remember the exact details of the joke (maybe that’s why I’m so bad at telling jokes: details are always the most juicy part). It was something about a group of people who had all their jokes arranged in (more…)