Sometimes
                  when I'm trying to think of what to write about, I just open
                  up my eyes and ears and look for something that's already a
                  part of my life.  Sometimes it's a newspaper article or
                  advertisement, sometimes it's a book that I'm reading,
                  sometimes it's the memory of something that I saw happen
                  yesterday or a few days ago.
Today, it was
                  pretty easy--the song "Beautiful Sunday" was playing
                  on my computer when I sat down.  "Birds are
                  singing/here by my side/let's take the car and/let's go for a
                  ride"--nice lyrics for any time.  It's not Sunday
                  right now, but who cares?  Every day is quite simply a
                  beautiful day.  Carole King also had a song called
                  "Beautiful" that starts out "You've got to get
                  up every morning with a smile on your face. . . . you're
                  beautiful as you feel."
So much of
                  our lives have to do with our own decisions concerning how we
                  see the world.  If we wake up and see the day before us
                  as drudgery, guess how we're going to approach that day, and
                  guess how we're going to feel?  On the other hand, if we
                  wake up and realize that we have a whole day of miraculous
                  things like flowers and children and birds singing and the
                  chance to learn more about our chosen careers, then guess what
                  that day's going to be like?
Both kinds of
                  days, of course, are affected by other people and their
                  actions.  On the day full of drudgery, it's of course
                  possible that a good friend or co-worker is going to lift our
                  spirits.  And on the beautiful day, it's possible that
                  someone's going to try to bring us down.  That's why in
                  the former case, the lyrics to so many songs talk about the
                  world being beautiful "because you're here by my
                  side"; it's as if the world couldn't be a beautiful place
                  without another person there to validate it for us.  Even
                  the song that started this train of thought shows that
                  tendency:  "When you say that you love me/It's a
                  beautiful day."
But if we
                  make the decision to look for the beauty in each day, there's
                  no way that anyone else should be able to take it away from
                  us.  Even if someone does try, we have the ability to
                  reject those attempts and keep our day positive.  We do
                  have the power to decide how we see things, and if we work to
                  develop that power, then no one else will be able to change
                  that decision.
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
The fact is,
                  it is a beautiful day.  There's no difference between
                  this day and any other day that we've seen as beautiful except
                  our own personal situations today--it's exactly the same world
                  as it was when we saw it as exceptional.  So make the
                  choice today, tomorrow, and the next day--see the world for
                  what it is, not for how it's reflecting our feelings, and then
                  our feelings will start to reflect the beauty of the world,
                  rather than the other way around.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
I went
                      for a long run one Saturday morning long ago, and it was a glorious
                      early-fall day.  The air was cool and clear, there
                      was almost no traffic, and the trees were just beginning
                      to turn.  I had found a new route that went almost
                      entirely through wooded areas, and the beauty of the area
                      was amazing.  It would have been a perfect run if it
                      hadn't been for the chipmunk that I found on the road.
It
                      looked like it had been hit by a car because it couldn't
                      move anything behind its midsection.  It was clawing
                      at the road with its front legs and looking around itself,
                      but it simply couldn't move.
All of
                      a sudden, I was faced with a dilemma that I didn't even
                      want to consider.  I could do one of two things--I
                      could continue running and leave the animal there on the
                      road to suffer a great deal until it either starved to
                      death, got run over by another car, or got eaten by some
                      predator, or I could do the humane thing and kill it and
                      put it out of its misery.  I didn't want to do
                      either, of course, but I had to choose.
And
                      the worst option for me was the best thing for the
                      chipmunk.
Now, 
                      if I were a farmer or a rancher, this decision would have 
                      been very simple.  People who live and work with 
                      animals tend to have a very realistic vision of life and 
                      death, and they know that sometimes death is absolutely 
                      necessary.  But I haven't lived with 
                      animals my whole life--in fact, I've had very few 
                      pets.  So I was out there alone on the road with a 
                      small animal that needed me to make a decision, one that I 
                      never before had had to make.  And while I try my 
                      hardest to respect all life and let living creatures be, I 
                      knew in my heart that the only thing to do was to kill the 
                      chipmunk.  So I did, in the way that I thought would 
                      be the least painful to the animal that already was in a 
                      lot of pain (I won't go into the details).
As I 
                      ran away, I started to think of how suddenly the need to 
                      make a choice had come upon me, and how often such things 
                      happen.  If we find out that a friend is doing 
                      something illegal, do we tell his or her family, or the 
                      police?  If we know that a spouse has stolen from his 
                      or her workplace, do we report it?  Life is full of 
                      decisions that come upon us because of someone else's 
                      actions or inaction, and we have to be able to make those 
                      decisions that will allow us to live with clear 
                      consciences, if we're to continue to be the people we're 
                      meant to be.
Not 
                      all of the decisions are easy, especially when both of the 
                      options available to us are unpleasant.  I could have 
                      asked someone driving by to run over the animal, but I 
                      know that if I had, I would have passed on a 
                      responsibility that I knew was mine, and mine alone.  
                      While I found the experience of killing a poor little 
                      animal to be extremely unpleasant, I knew all the time 
                      that I was doing something kind, not harmful, and that it 
                      was the best of all possible choices. Running away 
                      (literally) from the dilemma would have left me with a 
                      great deal of regret, knowing that I had left it there to 
                      suffer for who knows how long.
Now I 
                      kind of wonder if the chipmunk is going to visit me in a 
                      nightmare, but I don't think it will.  I believe its 
                      suffering ended long before it would have otherwise, and 
                      I'm pretty sure that I did the right thing.  The 
                      hardest choices usually aren't as clear-cut as this one 
                      was, and if the choice involves other people, they often 
                      will try to make you live to regret doing the right 
                      thing.  But if your conscience is clear, you can 
                      stand strong in the face of all criticism, knowing that 
                      you've done what you know to be right.
                      
                      
                      
                       
                       
                       
                       
                      
The 
                      hardest choices so often come upon us out of the blue, as 
                      the result of no actions of our own.  All of a sudden 
                      we find ourselves having to decide between two or three 
                      alternatives, all of which are unpleasant.  But which 
                      choice is the highest choice?  Which choice will 
                      bring the most legitimate benefits to the most 
                      people?  Which choice truly is right?  Your mind 
                      can rationalize all it wants, but your heart and spirit 
                      will tell you the truth.  Listen to the truth, and 
                      live by it.  The choices have to be made, one way or 
                      another.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
We've all heard and read about how today is the only day that we
            have, how this moment is all that we truly have, how yesterday and
            tomorrow really don't matter and that we must focus on living in
            this present moment if we're truly to be able to live happily. 
            While this sounds like a great philosophy, it raises many questions
            that seem to contradict it:  what about planning for
            tomorrow?  What about the lessons that we learned last
            week?  Does this mean that we shouldn't have the memories of
            the beautiful times in our past?  If we do truly live in this
            moment, doesn't that leave us open to many problems that planning
            and remembering could help us to overcome?
Well, yes and no.  Basically, the focus of this philosophy
            is on those things over which we have control, and this moment and
            its decisions and actions are the only things that we actually can
            control.  If I insulted someone yesterday, I no longer have
            control over that action--it's over and done with.  However, I
            do have control over today--my choices are mine.  Do I mope
            around, angry at myself for my insensitivity, beating myself up
            emotionally and calling myself horrible names?  Each moment
            that I continue in such behavior, I'm making a choice to beat myself
            up and not to pursue an alternative action such as apologizing for
            my behavior and allowing myself to continue with my life.
Perhaps my action occurred over a long period of time when I was
            thoughtless or harmful to others.  If that's true, acting
            ashamed and treating myself badly today isn't going to change
            anything that I did, but it will assure that I don't contribute
            anything positive to the world.  Allowing myself to go on and
            act differently right now will add a positive force to the world, a
            positive influence for many people to see.  Ebeneezer Scrooge
            is a wonderful example of this--once he found his change of heart,
            he was immediately happy and joyful, and he helped many people
            because of it.  He didn't waste time on regret, even though
            many of us would like to see such a person suffer to "pay
            for" the pain he's caused.  Their suffering, though,
            contributes nothing to the world except for giving us a warped sense
            of justice.  When those people change their ways and contribute
            positively to the world, then there's a change worth seeing.
Living for today also doesn't preclude planning for the
            future.  I know I have to go to work tomorrow, so one of the
            decisions I make today is to go to bed at a decent hour.  I
            know that my stepkids will be in college in a couple of years (one
            already is), so I decide today not to buy certain things, and to put
            money away to make the sting of helping to pay for college less
            painful.  I know that I'll probably be going into the same
            stores that I'm going into today, so I decide to be courteous and
            polite (and enough of this behavior turns it into a habit).  I
            know that when someone asks me tomorrow what I did today, I don't
            want to have to hide something that I'll be ashamed to admit, so I
            make the decisions today that will make it unnecessary for me to
            hide anything.
Besides, I have no control over what tomorrow brings.  How
            many times have we said no to some possibility because we have to do
            something else tomorrow, only to find that the something else never
            happens?  Tomorrow may bring a snowstorm or a bright sunny day
            that precludes many possibilities.  How many people didn't
            invest money anywhere except the stock market in the late 90's, sure
            that the market would continue to bring huge returns?  The
            decisions they made in the 90's to put their money in just one
            investment (stocks) brought about huge financial losses during our recession of ten years ago.  If I had ten thousand dollars to invest today
            (and I don't!), I would keep in mind that I can't predict or control
            what tomorrow will bring, so I'd invest the money in several
            different areas to offset possible disasters.
This moment offers you many riches.  Look around yourself,
            starting with the miracle of the computer that sits before
            you.  Think of the amount of information and processing power
            that the machine holds!  Look out a window at the buildings
            that we've built, the trees that are so beautiful and that provide
            oxygen for us to breathe, the flowers and the plants and the animals
            and insects.  Think of the people in your life, and the wonders
            that they are.
If you're carrying resentment or anger or cynicism, remember that
            it's your choice to do so--you can choose at this moment to let go
            of those feelings that are causes of stress and unease.  Or you
            can choose to hold on to them, guaranteeing yourself that you'll
            feel bad in this moment and in the coming moments.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
The only actions or decisions that we have control over are those
            of this moment.  We can choose to appreciate and admire with a
            sense of wonder, or we can choose to take for granted and not
            appreciate with a sense of ungratefulness.  The important thing
            to keep in mind is that what we do in this moment is our choice, and
            what we choose to do now will leave a definite mark on our future
            moments.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
As the season for gift-giving comes upon us once
                            more, we start to think a lot about gifts, those
                            we're going to give, and those we're going to
                            get.  As we grow older, hopefully, we focus
                            more on the former than the latter, though that
                            isn't always the case.  In the eyes of many
                            people, gifts follow a simple rule:  the bigger
                            the better.  Speaking realistically, though,
                            that rule is far from valid.  In my life, I've
                            found that the most important gifts that I've given
                            and received have been the small ones that have
                            special meaning.
                            When I sit at my desk and work, I always have
                            around me plenty of small gifts that I've received
                            from friends and students.  They do a great job
                            of reminding me of people who have been a very
                            important part of my life, and because they're
                            small, they can go with me anywhere and I can keep
                            plenty of them.  The memories of the people and
                            the times I spent with them are much more important
                            to me than the objects themselves, but the objects
                            have the ability to refresh my memory of pleasant
                            times at just a quick glance.
                            Even as I write, I see a small inch-high globe
                            that a former student gave me at her graduation, and
                            I remember how good she felt on that day.  I
                            see a small dream catcher made out of colored pipe
                            cleaners, and I remember the day at camp when one of
                            the campers gave it to me as a gift.  There's
                            also a small glass fish that my wife bought me when
                            she was in the Bahamas, and I know how good it felt
                            to know that someone was thinking about me when she
                            was in such a lovely place.
                            The small gifts are the ones that keep me going,
                            the ones that give me a great feeling inside. 
                            They're the ones that let me know that someone tried
                            to consider what I liked, and what would be most
                            appropriate for me.
                            The same goes for when I give gifts--I try to
                            find the small ones that are special to someone, the
                            ones that show that I've considered who they are and
                            what they would like.  From time to time I've
                            bought the large gifts, but as time goes on I see
                            that they don't have nearly the effect that the
                            smaller ones do.
                            When we think about what kinds of gifts we're
                            going to give this season, we always can choose to
                            go for the gifts that are more special rather than
                            the gifts that are more expensive of just plain
                            big.  The most special gifts have nothing to do
                            with money or size; rather, they reflect the fact
                            that we've been thinking seriously about the
                            recipient and what they would truly want to
                            receive.  I would much rather get a small,
                            cheap gift that shows that someone was thinking
                            about me than a large expensive gift that's meant to
                            impress me somehow.
                            Many people ruin their enjoyment of receiving
                            gifts by allowing their expectations to blur their
                            vision, not allowing themselves to see just how
                            great a gift is because it might not be what they
                            wanted, or it might not be big enough or special
                            enough.  During this holiday season, we have
                            choices to make on what types of gifts to give to
                            others, and finding the very special ones is a great
                            way to make the holidays special.  Likewise, we
                            have choices to make as to how we react to gifts
                            given to us by others, and we can make our holidays
                            much brighter by recognizing how special gifts are.