The late mystic Osho related a story about two friends setting out for a walk early one morning. Said one to the other, “Oh, look at that lovely rose; the bud is just starting to blossom and looks beautiful with dewdrops glistening on its unfurling petals in this early morning light”. With barely a glance …
“Racing” on ahead
This has been an interesting week for me. Our three-and-a-half years old granddaughter (who pointedly corrects me that she is now “three-and-three-quarters, Nana!”) came home from her Montessori a couple of days ago and offered a few gems on Martin Luther King. They may have discussed the subject at school as part of the Black …
wealthisnotmoney 