Now we know Ben Franklin was wrong, the time is money formula fails to factor in both the benefit of happiness and the cost of unhappiness.
On Solstice eve I sail beyond myself into a kingdom of spirits celebrating the sun in repose, freed by the absence of light from the ordinary labors of day.
Every day we all do it together because we’re all part of the same system. Civilization is a group effort. I couldn’t be a writer without you.
Listen to my interview on the Passionistas Project podcast.
Burning Ed’s name into my abdomen was the equivalent of getting a tattoo, just short of being engaged, a symbol of eternal love.
It was time she gave me, her presence, her thoughtful listening and focus. She made me feel like my words mattered.
Her eyes sparkled, her hair shimmered silver, and her jewelry shook and danced when she moved.