Good morning! Last week, the boy and the puddle took the majority vote.
Would love to hear which of these is your favorite….
“We first make our habits, then our habits make us.” -Poet John Dryden
I heard a story about a man named Eugene Pauly – E.P. Because of permanent brain damage, E.P. has no short-term memory. He doesn’t know where his own kitchen is. When you ask him, he just shrugs. But twenty minutes later, he gets off the couch and gets a drink from the refrigerator. He can’t explain it. E.P. takes a daily walk around the neighborhood – and when asked which house is his, he doesn’t know. However, when he gets to his driveway, he always finds the right house and goes inside.
Why? According to research from Duke University, more than 40% of our…
I have always loved a perch, a high place from which to look out at the world.
The earliest perch I remember was the top bunk of a bed my father made for me. There I could watch for imagined bad guys and from my vantage point, keep myself and my small herd of stuffed animals safe from harm. And then one summer, after watching the movie Swiss Family Robinson, my dad built a tree house for my sister and me. Nestled high in the branches of a walnut tree with its small porch overlooking our farm, it too was a place to keep watch.
In my teens, my roost was at the crest of a small mountain in my hometown of Montreat, North Carolina. There, hidden in the crevasse between two boulders, I could observe the…