June Is Bustin' Out All Over

Today is June 1, and I woke up with a song on my mind: “June Is Bustin’ Out All Over,” a celebration of the passing of time, with March, April, and May having played their roles and moved on.

Then I thought of these lines from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam:

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

On this fresh day of a fresh month, may you live happily in each moment and look back with gratitude.

Memorial Day

I never met Uncle Oral, but stories of his bravery were legendary in my family. He died in battle in November of 1944 and is buried with the rest of his family in Ringling, Oklahoma. His was the second grave in the family plot.

Uncle Oral had served as a “China Marine,” stationed in Shanghai, China, a special group whose job was to protect American citizens and property. While he was there, he purchased a carved wooden chest for his mother, my grandmother, and it was one of her most prized possessions. Thanks to my father, it is now one of my most prized possessions.

Oral was gifted with words, and he was a winning boxer. His goal was to learn 10 new words a day, and he was “All Asiatic Boxing Champion” during his time as a China Marine.

On this Memorial Day, I’m thinking of Uncle Oral. I would like to have known him.

You write it: Who are you remembering on this Memorial Day?

Spread Love and Grace

The world has a new pope, Leo XIV. I’m not Catholic, although I appreciate the art and architecture Catholics have created, especially the Basilica in Saint Louis.

As I watched the inauguration of Pope Leo, I ralized that Catholics throughout the world number 1.38 billion—more than the populations of any country except India and China.

Then I wondered how the world might change if all 1.38 billion Catholics focused on spreading love and grace. Then I wondered how much more power might be released if all Christians did the same.

Today I’ll just do my part. I commit to spreading love and grace today. How about you?

Mother's Day

On this Mother’s Day, I’m remembering what my mother taught me about religion and faith. I came home from church one day, disturbed by something my teacher had said. So I asked my mother what she thought. Her response was, “Nancy, you’ll hear a lot of things at church. Some of them might not be true. If what you hear doesn’t sound right, listen to what your heart says and make up your mind for yourself.”

As a result, I’m comfortable in almost any religious setting. What Mother did for me was give me a personal God. Thank you, Mom!

You write it: What was your mother’s most important teaching?

Cinco de Mayo

On May 5, 1862, Mexico won the Battle of Puebla from the French, who outnumbered them. It’s the classic story of David and Goliath. This victory is why we celebrate Cinco de Mayo.

Many of us are feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps the lesson of Cinco de Mayo for us is to stay the course, do what we’re good at, and trust that all—eventually—will be well.

You write it: What do you do when you feel overwhelmed and fear defeat?

Seamless Flow

Some of the time in my life I have felt that I was lurching from event to event, as if each one were self-contained, with a beginning and an end—and I had different identities for different events.

My stepson and daughter-in-law visited recently. Before they came, I promised myself that the visit would be relaxing. I made a few easy dishes in advance but mostly went with the flow.

The experience has felt like tapestry, a woven whole. Holographic, in which the whole contains every part and each part contains the whole. A visit nestled into my life, with no stops and starts. Just part of the flow of my life.

You write it: How have you experienced flow?

Light a Candle

Yesterday was the day in 1775 when two lanterns appeared in the tower of Old North Church in Boston. The ultimate result was America’s liberation from undemocratic rule.

Today, I was struck by the coincidence of timing when reading an article about 50501 (50 states, 50 capitols, one day) gatherings today. The writer suggested that, if we can’t participate, then we might start lighting a candle every day to express support for democracy. That’s something I can do, and I started this morning.

What difference does lighting a candle make? I don’t know. But I do know that it involves transfer and transformation of energy. I also know that energy moves in ways we cannot see or control. My house is emanating energy for democracy and rule of law.

I also believe in the power of hope and of encouraging our leaders who show courage. So as soon as I finish this post, I’m writing a postcard to Chris Van Hollen.

You write it: What are you doing to participate in our current affairs?

Elevator Cleanse

On my first trip to Sedona I met Pete Sanders, an MIT-trained scientist who had developed the “free soul” method of lifting one’s awareness into the spiritual realm. It’s a very simple process of imagining an elevator beginning in the soles of your feet, slowly moving upward through your whole body, attracting and collecting all disturbance, then exiting through your head, leaving you totally cleansed.

In these days so filled with disturbing distractions, I recommend you try it.

Bathed in Grace

For an upcoming brunch/facilitation, I wanted to serve pretzels to bring to life a story that Auntie Anne (founder Anne Beiler) wrote about in her book Twist of Faith.  As the story goes, in the beginning, Anne was having difficulty with her pretzels. In her words, “The pretzels proved to be a riddle I could not answer. They were, quite simply, horrible.” She tried everything and finally gave up, intending to take them off the menu. But her husband Jonas stepped up. “Let me try,” he said.

 

Auntie Anne wrote, “Jonas’ pretzels came out, and we tore into them like a bunch of vultures. We couldn’t contain our amazement!” When asked what he did to make the pretzels so delicious, Jonas answered, “I put love into them.” So this is why I wanted to serve pretzels for a group that would be learning that the energy we put into something either rewards or disappoints us. “And the greatest of these is love.”

 

A Google search told me there was an Auntie Anne’s in the mall in Flagstaff—a 2-hour round trip that I preferred not to make but would if there were no other option. I decided to check with the new village bakery. But before I could do that, I spoke with a friend about my dilemma. She had just experienced—are you ready for this?—a pretzel-making class, donated to a charity by Don and Jean Care. She said, “I’ll call them and see if they have any pretzels left over.” What they had was a batch he was baking TODAY, which he wants to donate to the brunch in my home. He wouldn’t take any money for his pretzels, but he asked me to make a donation to the charity.

 

Make of this what you will. I call it being bathed in grace.

Finding Peace

In today’s Washington Post (3/9/25) is an insightful guest column by Ken Budd. His story is that on the day before he was set to fly to the Himalayas for a retreat in a monastery, he was struck with appendicitis—with complications that kept him in the hospital for awhile. “Yet,” in his words, “something unexpected happened. I discovered more about mindfulness, kindness and joy while trapped in a hospital bed than I probably would have in a Himalayan monastery.” Here’s what he learned:

Be in the moment (It can reduce pain).

Give kindness, receive kindness.

Embrace impermanence.

Find joy in broth. (i.e., savor the small things)

Read the whole article here:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/wellness/2025/03/09/meditation-pain-hospital-kindness-heal

The Power of Intention

Failure to set an intention every day puts us adrift in the sea of thoughts and emotions that surround us, but when we set an intention, life unfolds before us and gives us the lives we truly want to live.

For a few days, family is visiting. Before they arrived, I wrote this intention: “We have relaxation and peace during their entire stay.”

I haven’t even felt my body tensing. Try it.

You write it: What is your intention for today?

Sharing Happiness

After more than two years of grieving and healing, I have begun to feel moments of pure happiness. As soon as a moment comes, though, I say to myself, “I can’t be happy; Harlan isn’t here to share it.”

This morning a friend told me about the sheer bliss she is in from the realization of a dream. I am so happy for her that my whole body is vibrating. I thought to myself, “I wish Harlan were here to share this moment.” As I entertained this thought, I looked up to the shelves above my computer. Harlan’s photograph is there, and he is smiling broadly. Then I realized, “He IS here sharing this moment with me.”

I believe our souls are immortal. I believe those in the afterlife communicate with us in various ways—sometimes directly. This morning’s experience took that belief to a new level, and I’m so grateful. I am free to be happy, knowing that Harlan is sharing those moments with me.

Getting Out of Fear

An old fear recently seized me in the evening when I looked at my investment balance, which was lower than I expected. Longevity is a hallmark in my family, and this money is supposed to last for at least two more decades.

I took this fear to bed with me and did not sleep soundly.

But in the early morning, a friend sent an encouraging text. Then I looked at the numbers again and realized there is plenty. I promised myself not to look at numbers in the evening ever again.

You write it: What do you do to get out of fear?

Humbled and Hopeful

A couple of days ago, a friend told me about a book club that had chosen my book, Simple Serenity, to study. When these women realized she knew me, they asked my friend if I might participate in a Zoom call to talk about the book.

I was deeply moved. Of course I will do a Zoom call. Then I wondered how many other book groups are reading and sharing my work? Then I was deeply humbled and hopeful.

You write it: When have you felt deeply humbled and hopeful?