I would like to pose a series of questions to those of you who might read this book. Imagine what it might be like to go alone to a different country, stay in a rustic one-room cabin in the woods near the sea, and become disengaged from the phone, e-mail, the Internet, and even the TV and to do this for an extended period of time. What might you do? What might happen to you? This is the story of such an experience. I went north to Canada in an open-hearted spirit of seeking. I carried with me a meditation practice, a spiritual mind-set, the knowledge of sixty-some years of living and little else. I desired to live a basically simple and simply basic life for several weeks during three separate seasons. For the first time in my life, I learned how it feels and what it means to stop. Little Dipper is a memoir of that experience and of some of the surprises that occurred when I let go into the present moment.
How are we to live? When we are done with providing and procuring – when we have had enough noise, nonsense and negativity – when we no longer wish to gather up trophies, toys and talismans. What is left? Do we see a dark wall or a shimmering edge? In 2008, the author turned seventy. Because this was a big birthday, marking the undeniable transition into old age, she decided to journal. For one year she would write a short piece daily. There was to be no theme but, as life happened, themes emerged. Some entries are narrative, some are conjecture and some are poetry. All are brief and are seen through the lens of the author’s Zen, Contemplative, Twelve Step background. November Roses is about simple living in a complex world. About aging, holding on and letting go. It is about death and birth, loss and recovery. About many things that we think but do not often say. But it is mostly about paying attention: to the first light of dawn; to the movement of the breath; to tastes, smells and sounds; to the content and quality of our thoughts and behaviors; and to the last light of day. It is about living the moment fully and fully aware. The moment, in all its splendor and drudgery. The terrible, glorious, dull, mystical moment.
I would like to pose a series of questions to those of you who might read this book. Imagine what it might be like to go alone to a different country, stay in a rustic one-room cabin in the woods near the sea, and become disengaged from the phone, e-mail, the Internet, and even the TV and to do this for an extended period of time. What might you do? What might happen to you? This is the story of such an experience. I went north to Canada in an open-hearted spirit of seeking. I carried with me a meditation practice, a spiritual mind-set, the knowledge of sixty-some years of living and little else. I desired to live a basically simple and simply basic life for several weeks during three separate seasons. For the first time in my life, I learned how it feels and what it means to stop. Little Dipper is a memoir of that experience and of some of the surprises that occurred when I let go into the present moment.
How are we to live? When we are done with providing and procuring when we have had enough noise, nonsense and negativity when we no longer wish to gather up trophies, toys and talismans. What is left? Do we see a dark wall or a shimmering edge? In 2008, the author turned seventy. Because this was a big birthday, marking the undeniable transition into old age, she decided to journal. For one year she would write a short piece daily. There was to be no theme but, as life happened, themes emerged. Some entries are narrative, some are conjecture and some are poetry. All are brief and are seen through the lens of the author's Zen, Contemplative, Twelve Step background. November Roses is about simple living in a complex world. About aging, holding on and letting go. It is about death and birth, loss and recovery. About many things that we think but do not often say. But it is mostly about paying attention: to the first light of dawn; to the movement of the breath; to tastes, smells and sounds; to the content and quality of our thoughts and behaviors; and to the last light of day. It is about living the moment fully and fully aware. The moment, in all its splendor and drudgery. The terrible, glorious, dull, mystical moment.
I would like to pose a series of questions to those of you who might read this book. Imagine what it might be like to go alone to a different country, stay in a rustic one-room cabin in the woods near the sea, and become disengaged from the phone, e-mail, the Internet, and even the TV and to do this for an extended period of time. What might you do? What might happen to you? This is the story of such an experience. I went north to Canada in an open-hearted spirit of seeking. I carried with me a meditation practice, a spiritual mind-set, the knowledge of sixty-some years of living and little else. I desired to live a basically simple and simply basic life for several weeks during three separate seasons. For the first time in my life, I learned how it feels and what it means to stop. Little Dipper is a memoir of that experience and of some of the surprises that occurred when I let go into the present moment.
How are we to live? When we are done with providing and procuring – when we have had enough noise, nonsense and negativity – when we no longer wish to gather up trophies, toys and talismans. What is left? Do we see a dark wall or a shimmering edge? In 2008, the author turned seventy. Because this was a big birthday, marking the undeniable transition into old age, she decided to journal. For one year she would write a short piece daily. There was to be no theme but, as life happened, themes emerged. Some entries are narrative, some are conjecture and some are poetry. All are brief and are seen through the lens of the author’s Zen, Contemplative, Twelve Step background. November Roses is about simple living in a complex world. About aging, holding on and letting go. It is about death and birth, loss and recovery. About many things that we think but do not often say. But it is mostly about paying attention: to the first light of dawn; to the movement of the breath; to tastes, smells and sounds; to the content and quality of our thoughts and behaviors; and to the last light of day. It is about living the moment fully and fully aware. The moment, in all its splendor and drudgery. The terrible, glorious, dull, mystical moment.
Things My Clients Have Taught Me" is the result of the author's desire to share what she has learned in her career as Social Worker and Counselor. In it, she reveals stories that helped her to solidify her strategies for helping people overcome problems in their lives. The reader can benefit from these strategies and do the same in their own lives.
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