October 25, 2021
Good morning! Do you experience feelings of romance more in autumn or in spring? In Central Minnesota we are in the midst of weather so gorgeous it’s not possible to communicate just how glorious it is; just enjoy. Who’s winning the 5G race? And does it matter?
- A few thoughts on phyllo dough:
- Spanakopita — Baklava — Tiropitas = Delicious and enjoyed too seldom
- How often have you embarked upon a recipe that instructs you to begin with laying out and buttering several sheets of phyllo dough?
- The flaky, crunchy, buttery deliciousness is unique.
- But, from where does the phyllo dough come in the first place? Who makes it? How? Why don’t we all make it at home? Why more prevalent in Greece than Minnesota?
Secure your own oxygen mask first.
- Good advice.
- You won’t be able to help others — much less lead others — if you aren’t getting sufficient oxygen.
- Do you have a built-in system — habits + trusted external reality assessments — for keeping yourself healthy so as to lead in the best way possible?
- Does your reality check include emotional, social, spiritual, intellectual, and recreational health as well as physical?
- What one thing gives you the greatest joy, true deep-down joy and satisfaction?
- What systems do you use to increase the likelihood of experiencing that joy as often as possible?
- At long last there is some push-back on the tendency to over-simplify and to generalize differences among the generations.
- I am among the guilty.
- In a soon-to-be-released book, Duffy (The Generation Myth: Why When You’re Born Matters Less Than You Think, 2021) brings us back to a better place and helps us to remember we are more alike than we are different, regardless of age.
- Still, we have much to learn from each other; this is a fresh look at all the binary descriptors.
- Is Jane Goodall a Nobel Laureate?
- “In general I have found that people don’t fear change, they fear the unknown that change brings.” (Wensman)
- We can’t let this week pass without spending a moment with the literary genius of Baltimore, Edgar Allan Poe.
- Poe died mysteriously at the age of forty from as-of-yet unknown causes.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore! (Poe, 1845)
- (Did you memorize this as a child?)
