You stab the large piece of romaine lettuce in your salad when a simple melody breaks through your quiet reverie.
Have you ever wondered how things could get this bad?
Leslie Reynolds-Taylor understands passion. She knows what it’s like to possess a desire so strong it overrides reason.
I grew up in a fruit bowl.
An acre of lawn takes a lot of mowing, and my sweetheart of a new neighbor decided to help.
Every now and then someone puts a book into your hands and says, “You must read this.”
You think, “Hmm, as many books as there are published every day, why would this one prove meaningful to me?”
And yet, it always does. Doesn’t it?
It’s as if the rich kaleidoscope of books they share contain important messages you need to hear and the people themselves, well, they’re some sort of angel.
You catch your breath as sunlight opens up a valley and exposes a brilliant array of greens. Rolling hills gently guide you and your breathing slows as cares flutter away.
Last night after hearing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” I remembered how my siblings and I, who had watched the “Wizard of Oz” at least a dozen times, were in our 20s before we realized that the entire Oz sequence was in color.
Did it bother you when Brad left Jennifer? Do you cringe over every one of Britney’s exploits? Can you repeat them all if anyone asked?
Well, if you can answer yes to any of these questions, you may be what Carla Seaquist, State Rep. Larry Seaquist’s wife calls “the celebrity-starved.”
You know the scene. The Grinch braces the sleigh full of stolen presents atop a mountain when he hears the faint sounds of the Whos down in Whoville singing.
They sing, he realizes even though they have lost all their Christmas goodies, including the roast beast.
I love meeting new people and coaxing out their stories, although sometimes I wonder what it would be like to assemble the wild, hodgepodge of unique and occasionally crazy characters who share their stories all together in the same room.
Two weeks ago, I shut off my winter heat, rendering my house a nice toasty 59 degrees on a sunny day. Toss snow into the equation of “I’m going to save money (and carbon) even if it hurts me,” and the temperature does a quick loopy-loop on its rapid plunge to 54 degrees.
During the interim between when a column is submitted and when I read it in a paper, sometimes my perspective shifts.
I’ll see the words in print and gasp, “Oh my. What did I say? Will they understand? This reads much more self-serving and cocky than I meant it to.”
Do you know the term “Bodhisattva?”
Lisa Maliga in Pagewise, Inc. gives a beautiful definition from Tibetan Buddhism, “Bodhisattva refers to a person motivated by compassion who seeks enlightenment not only for him/herself, but for everyone.”
The goal of a bodhisattva, Maliga explains, is “to achieve the highest level of being — that of a Buddha.”
As I sat listening to the governor speak last week at the Priorities for a Healthy Washington lobby day, a thrill rose from my toes, because I was looking at and listening to some of the most exciting legislation that I had ever witnessed.
The stuff was good. The stuff was really, really good.
Do you ever Google yourself? Check to see if you’ve done anything new that you should be aware of, a la Tyler Durham?
OK, sorry. I won’t give you anymore “Fight Club” references, but seriously, have you done that, Googled yourself and your family and friends?
I was watching Andy Rooney recently on “60 Minutes,” something I never do. Have you noticed that he is missing one eyebrow and the other sticks out for about four inches to the side? It makes him look a bit like a unicorn. I am not sure if that is the look he is going for, but it was interesting.
