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How to Be an Explorer of the World

How to Be an Explorer of the World
by Maria Popova “Every morning when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift!” As a longtime fan of guerrilla artist and illustrator Keri Smith’s Wreck This Box set of interactive journals, part of these 7 favorite activity books for grown-ups, I was delighted to discover her How to Be an Explorer of the World: Portable Life Museum (public library) — a wonderful compendium of 59 ideas for how to get creatively unstuck by engaging with everyday objects and your surroundings in novel ways. From mapping found sounds to learning the language of trees to turning time observation into art, these playful and poetic micro-projects aren’t just a simple creativity booster — they’re potent training for what Buddhism would call “living from presence” and inhabiting your life more fully. It all began with this simple list, which Smith scribbled on a piece of paper in the middle a sleepless night in 2007: Eventually, it became the book. Spread photos via Geek Dad

The Lost Ogle 1997: The year Marilyn Manson hysteria hit Oklahoma City Yesterday, I got a little bored and decided to browse YouTube for some Oklahoma-centric videos. Surprisingly, I found some that were moderately interesting and worth posting and had nothing to do with selling used cars. I figured it would be fun to post some of them over the next few days. And yes, that’s because I’m still recovering from the holidays and have no clue what day it is. Anyway, this video is from an old MTV News report by Kurt Loder that chronicles a 1997 Marilyn Manson concert in Oklahoma City. In the early winter of that year, his shitty cartoonish death metal band came to town, and our local citizens, civic leaders and media freaked the hell out: Thoughts / Comments / Questions • I was 18 and remember all the controversy this concert created. • I think it’s sad that Kurt Loder had to visit Oklahoma City in 1997. • Was anyone at this show? • Are there any Christian Coffee Houses still open around town?

The Kindness of Strangers A few days before Christmas, our Etsy friend Sandra lost her husband to cancer. It was discovered in an advanced state and he was gone in a matter of months, forty years old. Sandra and her husband were self employed as restorers of historical tiles, where their country, Portugal, is famous for. When a town has a project, restorers make offertes and the cheapest get the job. An uncertain living in the best of times, seven or eight months before his death they weren't able to work. He, too ill, she, taking care of him. In those hard months they depended on the income of Sandra's Etsy shop, Azulado, where she sells lovely ceramic pieces. She is now trying to get an allowance from the government for her small child, but Portugal is a country in bankrupcy, so thus far she has only met a wall of bureaucracy. Life is so fragile, and so is the web of dreams that we depend on. Sandra's Etsy team, EST spirit wants to help her, and so we are organizing a raffle to collect money.

Home - Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor Native American Spirit Guides Legends: The Boy Who Became A Robin Love this article and want to save it to read again later? Add it to your favourites! To find all your favourite posts, check out My Favourites on the menu bar. Native American Spirit Guides Legends by Henry R. dna testing, dna ancestry testing, ancestry, genealogy, indian genealogy records, paternity testing, turquoise jewelry, native american jewelry Once upon a time there was an old Indian who had an only son, whose name was Opeechee. Now, the old man was very proud, and he wished his son to fast longer than other boys, and to become a greater warrior than all others. After the boy had been in the sweating lodge and bath several times, his father commanded him to lie down upon a clean mat, in a little lodge apart from the rest. “My son,” said he, “endure your hunger like a man, and at the end of TWELVE DAYS, you shall receive food and a blessing from my hands.” His father visited him every day, encouraging him to endure with patience the pangs of hunger and thirst. “My son!

I get it, Lance « Woman, in Progress… Dear Mr. Armstrong , I can only imagine how you may be feeling. Lance Armstrong speaks with Oprah Winfrey during taping for the show Oprah and Lance Armstrong: The Worldwide Exclusive in Austin, Texas, on Monday. The interview airs Thursday and Friday on the Oprah Winfrey Network. (George Burns/AP) Sitting down with Oprah Winfrey , arguably one of the best interviewers of our time, and admitting — finally admitting — that indeed you used performance enhancing drugs throughout your career…well, that took guts. Eating crow upsets a person’s stomach, at best. What many people don’t seem to get, at least according to the media, is why you lied, and why you lied so fervently for so long. But I do. I fear that there is a monster living inside me. Why? Because if people don’t approve of me, then that which the monster fears most is confirmed: that I am worthless, unloveable, and of meager significance. Can you relate, Mr. Rather, I do. I followed God into the wilderness for some desert healing.

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