In our hustle-bustle, always-on world, we are often inundated with noise, both externally and within our own minds. In “The Quiet Answer,” author Hugh Prather invites us to pause, reflect, and rediscover the essence of our true selves. …

I Thought I was Aware I thought I was aware I knew a little boy when I was a child I put money in jar on a counter I bought a couple candy bars I thought I was aware I watched Terry Fox run I read the flyers and postcards …

The mycelium of magic mushrooms, so fine

It was happening again; that was his first thought when he woke up. He had been at this school for a little over a year and had been doing well in all his classes. Suddenly, for one reason or another, he missed an assignment or one of his classes; he…

I love this idea, and you've added a couple to my list. I find this one helps me when I am facing a challenge, "Aut Inveniam Viam Aut Faciam." It translates to "I will either find a way or make one." I understand the first "Aut" isn't necessary but, I like to include it.

The only way Capitalism works is if it is well regulated. Otherwise it's just a game of Monopoly and every game of Monopoly ends up with people forced out of the game or just quitting.

I tried waking up early. Unfortunately, the dogs hear me and if I ignore them they make noise, the noise wakes the children and my morning is no longer my own. I found it easier to put the children to bed at and turn off the TV and distractions. As everyone falls asleep I decompress from my day. Relax, breath deeply, enjoy a warm beverage. I send the next couple of hours can be very productive and the final thing I do is review my schedule for the next day and plan it out. I have also found that by doing this I sometimes wake up with fresh ideas about the coming day. I don't have to worry about oversleeping anyway. I have human alarm clocks that sometimes override the one on my phone.

“I always wanted a happy ending… Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to…

I will never forget the short time I spent with him. — I met a man who had no teeth and an interesting walk. His beard was scruffy. His wiry hair exploded out from under his cap. It was a chilly, damp morning and I was driving along a winding Vermont road. He was wearing a disheveled overcoat. He was a short…