In a village, there were two monks on a pilgrimage, and they come across a young girl with a long kimono trying to cross a very muddy road, but did not dare step into the mud. Listening to the woman’s fears, one of the monks decided to pick her up and carry her across theContinue reading “A Story of Two Monks”
Speaking words of Gratitude are much more than ‘Thank You.’ – it is an intentional journey to the heart – to gather, collect, and reflect that which benefits all.
As I’m sitting on my recliner in a corner of my “writing hut,” I look across the room and notice a cup holder with various writing essentials on my desk. What stood out wasn’t the different amount of pens I had. It was the lonely #2 yellow pencil. How could that be?