In the book, The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott, by Kelly O'Connor McNess, Bronson Alcott greets Mr. Emerson, yes that is the Mr. Waldo Emerson, with these words, "Hello, my friend. I knew this promised to be a pleasant day."In her talks Gurumayi Chidvilasananda electrifies her listeners with her greeting of, Dear Ones. Despite the fact her talks are distributed on CDs, and not always delivered face to face, every audience member matters.
And a dear friend of mine closes all her telephone conversations, both work and personal with the words, "Well, my friend..." Everyone, in business and in leisure, is cared for.
Greetings, they are windows to the soul. Care, concern, love offered on a silver palate. How lucky are those to be engaged.
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Do you ever get tired of writing every single day?
Jeff, my dear blogging friend --
Writing is mental exercise. Some days the words bubble forth like a literary brook. And other days, they're a train wreck. Still, for me, daily physical and mental exercise is a must. For you too?
Treadmill and write in the morning. Repeat.
Enjoy your Monday!
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