Jonas Gahr Støre: In defense of dialogue | Video on TED.com
Listen and learn more about international dialogue.
Good to remember that dialogue starts at home.
Good to remember that dialogue can include a large group.
Let's talk.
Let's learn to talk better.
We can learn from Norwegians.
Good to remember that learning begins at home.
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Monday, November 28, 2011
Toothsome
Why do I see the cotton tail on my patio as a vulnerable little bunny heading for its first winter when see the fat quail outside my bedroom window as nicely browned and toothsome on my platter?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
What Were They Thinking
I was siting at the table close to the glass door leading to the patio, breaking my fast on a nice potato and egg thing I make in the microwave, when two young, but full-grown, bushy tailed, grey ground squirrels came into the patio.
In turn, each came up to the glass door, stood on its hind legs, looked me in the eye, and then headed into the canopy of my little patio tree. They rustled around a bit there and then one left. I came to the computer to type this.
In turn, each came up to the glass door, stood on its hind legs, looked me in the eye, and then headed into the canopy of my little patio tree. They rustled around a bit there and then one left. I came to the computer to type this.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Gratitude Affirmations
- I propose to avoid debt right here and right now.
- I am willing to admit that I may carefully use a mortgage to buy a house today.
- I am ready, willing, and able to learn to avoid debt of all other kinds.
- I am ready to learn to let more good wealth into my life here.
- I am ready to learn to better know what it means to see that my true nature is an aspect of the best within me here.
- I am ready, willing, and able to learn to tap a source of refreshing clarity and energy here.
- 7. I am ready and willing to learn to live well in my home this year.
- I am ready to learn to better use my life here.
- I am ready, willing, and able to learn to be aware that I am in my home this season.
- I am ready and willing to learn to appropriately show my gratitude for the friends I have here.
- I am ready, willing, and able to learn to be grateful that I have an adequate income this week.
- I am ready and willing to learn to be grateful for the beautiful prospects I have here.
- I am ready, willing, and able to learn to be grateful for a good idea of mine this year.
- I am ready and willing to learn to be grateful for this excellent way of beginning my life anew now.
- I am ready and willing to learn to have some help to make a good life plan here.
- I am ready and willing to learn to be aware of a gift I give here.
- I am ready and will to know that I give freedom and respect here.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Bed of Nails
The war is over and we are preparing to move. The pre-war gray-green panel truck is nearly loaded and we will be leaving soon.
I am seven and am helping as much as I am allowed. I glance occasionally with concern at the partially water-filled glass bowl which is home to my silver dollar sized turtle. I feel, more than think, that someone will, or should, make a decision about my turtle.
Now it is very nearly time to leave and I carry the bowl to the old panel truck where my father is standing. "What should I do with the turtle?" I ask.
"Put it in the truck." my father says.
I see no place in the loaded truck for a bowl with a turtle in it. "The bowl will spill." I say.
"Empty the bowl and put it in the truck." my father tells me.
I do as I am told, but hold my turtle, still safe, in my hands. Now,somewhat fearfully, I again ask my father what I should do with my turtle
"Put it there." he points.
I look 'there.' Rusty nails. An open can of rusty nails collected to finish our new home. The nails are unfriendly, uncaring, lifeless. As I put my turtle on those nails, I know he will never see his home again.
I am seven and am helping as much as I am allowed. I glance occasionally with concern at the partially water-filled glass bowl which is home to my silver dollar sized turtle. I feel, more than think, that someone will, or should, make a decision about my turtle.
Now it is very nearly time to leave and I carry the bowl to the old panel truck where my father is standing. "What should I do with the turtle?" I ask.
"Put it in the truck." my father says.
I see no place in the loaded truck for a bowl with a turtle in it. "The bowl will spill." I say.
"Empty the bowl and put it in the truck." my father tells me.
I do as I am told, but hold my turtle, still safe, in my hands. Now,somewhat fearfully, I again ask my father what I should do with my turtle
"Put it there." he points.
I look 'there.' Rusty nails. An open can of rusty nails collected to finish our new home. The nails are unfriendly, uncaring, lifeless. As I put my turtle on those nails, I know he will never see his home again.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
End of Driving Trip
I'm back without having a stroke. Great! I'm pleased to be home, but am 'up' for another trip.
I didn't go to Sacramento, Davis, or Ventura as I considered.
I did go up a narrow mountain road, trying for an interesting short-cut, to a point where-at snow-clearing equipment was stalled in drifts which seemed to have turned very icy. I turned back.
Continued to find comfortable, and attractive, motel rooms for under $60 a night.
The air in the Reno/Carson City area seems better than the air here in Joshua Tree where the air is good. I'm on a sort of smog free island here surrounded by a great sea of smog. The other such islands are usually high mountain communities.
On my little lot here I have already seen dove, road runner, chipmunk, iguana, cotton-tail and a little cockroach. I don't remember ever having seen a cockroach in the other four places I have owned here.
My brother Dorian was here while I was gone and has called. I am sorry I missed his visit. He was complimentary of the looks of this little place. He should see Camp Thunderbird.
Rex Called and seems well. Bridget called and seems to be doing a good job of passing through her ordeal.
My next driving trip may include fewer miles. I could go to California Hot Springs, which is not far from the town of Porterville. I have been to California Hot Springs, but not recently. The water there comes up through granite and arrives pure, hot, and crystal clear. I t has a low level of mineralization and is great drinking water.
From there I could try Miracle Hot Springs just below Lake Isabella. I've not been there.
I could go on to Tacopa Hot Springs not far from the community of Shoshone, just outside of Death Valley Nation Park. Tacopa is the only government sponsored public bathing facility at which nudity is mandatory. No bathing costume permitted. There is a division between the men's water and the women's. I could visit these three quite different spas and travel much less that I did this time.
I didn't go to Sacramento, Davis, or Ventura as I considered.
I did go up a narrow mountain road, trying for an interesting short-cut, to a point where-at snow-clearing equipment was stalled in drifts which seemed to have turned very icy. I turned back.
Continued to find comfortable, and attractive, motel rooms for under $60 a night.
The air in the Reno/Carson City area seems better than the air here in Joshua Tree where the air is good. I'm on a sort of smog free island here surrounded by a great sea of smog. The other such islands are usually high mountain communities.
On my little lot here I have already seen dove, road runner, chipmunk, iguana, cotton-tail and a little cockroach. I don't remember ever having seen a cockroach in the other four places I have owned here.
My brother Dorian was here while I was gone and has called. I am sorry I missed his visit. He was complimentary of the looks of this little place. He should see Camp Thunderbird.
Rex Called and seems well. Bridget called and seems to be doing a good job of passing through her ordeal.
My next driving trip may include fewer miles. I could go to California Hot Springs, which is not far from the town of Porterville. I have been to California Hot Springs, but not recently. The water there comes up through granite and arrives pure, hot, and crystal clear. I t has a low level of mineralization and is great drinking water.
From there I could try Miracle Hot Springs just below Lake Isabella. I've not been there.
I could go on to Tacopa Hot Springs not far from the community of Shoshone, just outside of Death Valley Nation Park. Tacopa is the only government sponsored public bathing facility at which nudity is mandatory. No bathing costume permitted. There is a division between the men's water and the women's. I could visit these three quite different spas and travel much less that I did this time.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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