Yesterday Jay Armstrong and I interviewed, Ed Brenegar, our first guest of the One Line, One Love podcast.
As part of the conversation, Ed shares the freedom his grandmother gave him -- to live a rich and ever-evolving life -- through something she said to him when he was young.
Good morning LoveLetterist! Dandy drawing that one. I like the delicacy of the details you selected. The chickadee? On your snowperson outside the studio’s windows?
The song you chose seems to mirror your philosophy of, well, about everything. The video of Miss Bedenfield walking toward the elevator made me blush. A little. ☺️
Side note: I thought of the song, “Frosty The Snowman,” expecting simple childhood lyrics. No! When Frosty invited the kids to accompany him on a run into town, he just blew off the cop who shouted “STOP.” Perhaps demonstrating “Nobody Can Feel It But Me?”
I have a sense Nią and Tal are struggling to keep up with your velocity? No harm I suppose as everyone is striving to be on their “A” game.
Thanks for both quotes as well. Sadly, Ghandi’s full effort brought about his death. Satiagraha against the ruling class often doesn’t sit well with the “rulers.”
Denis Waitly personifies The Little Engineer That Could. At 90+!
Today’s painting idea was inspired from an actual photograph on Instagram which had a hanging snowman (made of real snow it appears) — with birdseed accents. A real chickadee perches on a stick arm. I would have shared a link, but I couldn’t find the post this morning. 🤷♀️
Haha! Nia and Tal are not complaining. 😎
To be honest… all this activity and exploration makes us feel alive.
This afternoon we’re going to a movie — Freud’s Last Session. I don’t really know what to expect, but when I heard the film is about Freud and CS Lewis(!) I could not ignore the synchronicity.
I continue to think about power structures and how shifts can actualize without confrontation (peaceful or otherwise.)
Patience, unconditional love (not the emotional kind), and change agents who can operate from a space of self-mastery seem to be one possibility.
I like your thoughts on who/what can be change agents. I thought of Maya Angelou as one example. I follow John Lovie on Substack. He’s had a wide range of roles in his life, and seems to be comfortable financially. Now, living on an island off shore from Seattle he has begun detailed observations and reading on water’s role and behaviors. (to serve the growing population where he lives) His writing is anything but bombastic! Informative, caring, and suggesting ways to plan for growth there. No finger pointing. Simply, here’s where we find ourselves today. Here are some bits of information to help us segue into tomorrow.
Being stampeded versus being led/taught/guided feels very different for most of us. I always am grateful for our dialog.
Sounds like John Lovie’s approach shows potential!
One of the books that has informed a lot of my being is by Dr. Jerry B. Harvey — how come every time I get stabbed in the back my fingerprints are on the knife?
There’s an entire chapter devoted to being a change agent. Harvey calls it a social interventionist. My favorite line from the chapter is: That’s why it’s more effective for an interventionist to provide inspiration for what others might do than to have aspirations for what others should do.
Color blind or not, I learned long ago that suppressing a blush was an impossibility. “Your face, my thane, is a book, where men may read strange matters.” from MacBeth. It seems MacBeth had little hope of becoming a poker player as well. 🤭
A note from LoveLetterist:
Yesterday Jay Armstrong and I interviewed, Ed Brenegar, our first guest of the One Line, One Love podcast.
As part of the conversation, Ed shares the freedom his grandmother gave him -- to live a rich and ever-evolving life -- through something she said to him when he was young.
The episode will be released tomorrow.
You can have it delivered to you inbox by subscribing here: onelineonelove.substack.com
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Way to go Gail! I love this artwork today. :) Thank you for sharing your effort with us and look forward to the podcast tomorrow. GO!GO!GO!
Sharing a song that popped into my mind:
https://youtu.be/6a1nHjJM8A8?si=Fs9fMmAm_LlmvyV1
It was fascinating to watch the video! I’ve always inferred an “energizer bunny” message to the refrain.
The video seems to offer a different perspective — the click keeps ticking on. What are you doing with your precious minutes?
I LOVE this song, Gail! Thank you so much for sharing I've not come across it. :)
"I keep ticking on."
👍🏻🎉
We are little engines that can!
yes indeed! Keep on chuggin'. :)
😊 Reading your post from today and listening to the music. Time well spent in my book!
Good morning LoveLetterist! Dandy drawing that one. I like the delicacy of the details you selected. The chickadee? On your snowperson outside the studio’s windows?
The song you chose seems to mirror your philosophy of, well, about everything. The video of Miss Bedenfield walking toward the elevator made me blush. A little. ☺️
Side note: I thought of the song, “Frosty The Snowman,” expecting simple childhood lyrics. No! When Frosty invited the kids to accompany him on a run into town, he just blew off the cop who shouted “STOP.” Perhaps demonstrating “Nobody Can Feel It But Me?”
I have a sense Nią and Tal are struggling to keep up with your velocity? No harm I suppose as everyone is striving to be on their “A” game.
Thanks for both quotes as well. Sadly, Ghandi’s full effort brought about his death. Satiagraha against the ruling class often doesn’t sit well with the “rulers.”
Denis Waitly personifies The Little Engineer That Could. At 90+!
Ever grateful.
Today’s painting idea was inspired from an actual photograph on Instagram which had a hanging snowman (made of real snow it appears) — with birdseed accents. A real chickadee perches on a stick arm. I would have shared a link, but I couldn’t find the post this morning. 🤷♀️
Haha! Nia and Tal are not complaining. 😎
To be honest… all this activity and exploration makes us feel alive.
This afternoon we’re going to a movie — Freud’s Last Session. I don’t really know what to expect, but when I heard the film is about Freud and CS Lewis(!) I could not ignore the synchronicity.
I continue to think about power structures and how shifts can actualize without confrontation (peaceful or otherwise.)
Patience, unconditional love (not the emotional kind), and change agents who can operate from a space of self-mastery seem to be one possibility.
I like your thoughts on who/what can be change agents. I thought of Maya Angelou as one example. I follow John Lovie on Substack. He’s had a wide range of roles in his life, and seems to be comfortable financially. Now, living on an island off shore from Seattle he has begun detailed observations and reading on water’s role and behaviors. (to serve the growing population where he lives) His writing is anything but bombastic! Informative, caring, and suggesting ways to plan for growth there. No finger pointing. Simply, here’s where we find ourselves today. Here are some bits of information to help us segue into tomorrow.
Being stampeded versus being led/taught/guided feels very different for most of us. I always am grateful for our dialog.
Sounds like John Lovie’s approach shows potential!
One of the books that has informed a lot of my being is by Dr. Jerry B. Harvey — how come every time I get stabbed in the back my fingerprints are on the knife?
There’s an entire chapter devoted to being a change agent. Harvey calls it a social interventionist. My favorite line from the chapter is: That’s why it’s more effective for an interventionist to provide inspiration for what others might do than to have aspirations for what others should do.
I too appreciate our dialogue.
I like Harvey’ remark on inspiration! More than one person (even a former boss!) has remarked, “I want others to feel free to have my opinion.”
At the risk of another blush…
There’s certain scene in When Harry Met Sally that illustrates the concept perfectly.
Color blind or not, I learned long ago that suppressing a blush was an impossibility. “Your face, my thane, is a book, where men may read strange matters.” from MacBeth. It seems MacBeth had little hope of becoming a poker player as well. 🤭