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Friday, February 27, 2026

View From The Chicken House

 “They say motivation doesn’t last, neither does bathing, that's why we do it daily.”—Zig Zigler.

 

How many times have I used that quote? Many. It’s one of my favorites.

Have you ever watched a movie the second time, like maybe 20 years later, and you remember a little, but when the introduction rolls, you say, “I don’t remember ever seeing that.’ And maybe there are a whole bunch more scenes you don’t remember. I did that with the movie Children of a Lesser God last night.

 

And we do it with those wonderful cryptic sayings that are so meaningful at the time, quotes, and motivational sayings.

Peaches and I are in the truck parked by our once bare ground field, now ablaze with green spring goodness. We are basking in the glorious sunshine that is warming us from head to our toes. I’m recovering from a cold, the first in over 5 years. I declared I was never getting another, but alas, there is many a slip between cup and lip.

So, we sit here like two lizards on hot rocks, but the image of a crispy lizard flashed on my brain, and I quickly cooled my choice of words from hot rocks to warm ones.  Of course, if I were truly creative, I would come up with a better analogy than a lizard on hot rocks, but as I was reading The Poisonwood Bible, I was shocked to see that Barbara Kingsolver used clichés, and if a Pulitzer Prize-winning author can use a cliché, so can I.

Those cool word pictures, aka clichés, climb right to the top of our brains—“Cool as a cucumber,” hardly causes a pause in the reading. We all know what it means, we all understand a cliche'. I think they are like traveling to famous sites of the world, yes these sites are frequented, and advisors tell us to get off the beaten track, but the sites are frequented because they are the best.

(I admit cliche's are lazy writing, but hey, I'm giving my stuffed head a break. But isn't it refreshing when we run into a simile that gives us an explosive "Ha!"?) 

 

Earlier, I listened to a video of a monk advising us that when sadness visits, quickly replace it with a gentler thought. Joy opens doors.

Imagine this: we are in control of our thoughts, yet most of us think our thoughts are thinking us.

You know I had been following the Monks Walk for Peace and Aloka, their Peace dog, until the end of their journey—that 2,300-mile trek. I pray that the Peace and loving kindness they were spreading and receiving will continue.  

I should say it will continue, for once our eyes are opened to possibilities, it takes extreme effort to close them again.

I'm going to throw in something I gained from my Real Estate Continuing Education Course I took last month--don't be scared if I mention Real Estate, it wasn't all dry stuff. (And you guys know how I was dreading taking that course.) 

The course warned us about something they called “Implicit Bias.”

Implicit Bias as a subconscious bias that is difficult to detect and hard to overcome. It is our tendency to assign negative traits to people outside our group and positive traits to those within our group. 

But that’s not all to it.

 We know about discrimination—treating people, groups, animals, differently, thinking of them as inferior or not worthy of our attention. Sometimes we judge by stereotypes, which are oversimplifications of behaviors or characteristics.

Here are some examples of Implicit bias I just pulled out of the hat:

  • Anchoring bias occurs when a person’s judgment is unduly influenced by the first piece of information they have on a subject.
  • Beauty bias: That beautiful people have it easier. They are hired more often, promoted more often, and paid more. Yet, that can work against them. When a highly attractive woman applies for a physically demanding job, she is likely to be judged as incapable of doing the work. Being attractive can cause jealousy and lead to social isolation, sabotaging promotional opportunities.  Many are surprised when a beautiful woman is also smart. (I had a hard time accepting California’s governor, Gavin Newsom as a presidential candidate because he was so good-looking. But then I listened to him.)

We don’t want to admit some of those feelings sometimes.

  • Affinity bias, which is the tendency for us to be attracted to people like ourselves. They like the same things we do, believe the way we do—boy howdy, isn’t that true? It can cause tunnel vision. It limits debate, can create a closed mind, and limits one’s education.

 

And then I came home to type up this information for I had my arrow pointed at the bull's eye that is my blog. I was ready to let go of the bow's string...when... 

I learned that my first boyfriend died. I feel sad and odd. We dated for four years. He greatly added to my self-esteem and self-confidence. I know as we matured we become polar opposites in many ways, but I was impressed at what he had accomplished over the years, and that in college on the east coast, and having no car, he bought a scooter (not a motorcycle) and drove it from the east coast to the west coast to visit his parents. That was awesome!

I didn't know the man he became, but I remember the boy.

 

It feels like the end of an era.

I decided to ignore the monk’s sage advice and be sad for a while.

And then I went outside to close the chickens in for the night and saw this:


 

Friday, January 9, 2026

On my Way to a Peace Walk, I stepped in a Cow Pie

 No, it was worse than a cow pie, you can easily wash them off. Cows are vegetarian, what I stepped in was toxic.

Violence, a fatal shooting in Minneapolis, MN, two people injured by gunfire in Portland OR. All by I.C.E. agents.

What they are doing is not to provide safety in America,” Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey said, “What they are doing is causing chaos and distrust." 

Bombing Venezuela, Escalation in Mexico, Lust after Iceland--that man wants to control the world. Why oh why oh, are we as the citizens of the United States of America standing for this? Oh he wants to distract us from the Epstein Files. Oh he's desperate to escape jail. Oh, he has abolished our safeguards. Duh.

 

Moving right along:

  

I had a day of peaceful dreaming that we could go tripping through the tulips, aka walking along together in peace, like the Walk for Peace Buddhists Monks are doing. Like a stray dog in India who volunteered his services to a group of monks who were making a 100-mile walk for Peace in India, and are now walking for peace in America.

Aloka (meaning enlightened), the peace dog, is accompanying his group taking a 2,300-mile trek from Texas to Washington, D.C. a walk for peace.

Some are calling him “The mindfulness dog.”

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Mindfulness is almost a meditation. It’s a frame of mind where you are relaxed with intent. It seems almost contradictory, but think about it: a walk, a calmness, a focus—I am peaceful. I intend that this peacefulness extends outward to all living things. And think about all the life that lives in the soil beneath our feet, the fungi mycelium,  microbes, worms—many necessary for the breakdown of vegetation into compost for plants, our life-source. Plants, our maker of food, our homes, our oxygen.  (And even ones in Penthouse apartments must eat and breathe.)

I don’t know about the asphalt the monks are walking on; it would be like walking on emery boards, especially for the one monk who is walking with no shoes. And I am amazed that they remain peaceful and focused while walking along a highway, amid the noise and chaos.

And the dog, Aloka (meaning enlightened one), is trotting right along with them. Aloka volunteered for the journey. It began in India when he was a street dog and joined a group of monks taking a 100-mile walk for peace.

 


 

Now he is in the US marching with the Buddhist Monks for Peace from Texas to Washington D.C., a 2,300-mile trek. They figure it will take 120 days.

 


I felt inspired. What can we do to uplift, not break down? How can we be mindful in our lives, living in harmony and calmness? How can we slip out of dissatisfaction, the minutia of life, the fear mongering, the violence that is erupting in our country, and ignore the fanning of it to keep us stirred up? How can we say, “Enough?”

Yesterday, it was such a simple thing — my Grandson and I went to Starbucks for a Chai coffee for him and an iced mocha for me. The pharmacy was right there, so I asked if he would mind if I stopped. My Rx was free (surprise); however, I had my credit card out of my wallet, for I expected to pay.

I walked to the truck with my card and the bag in one hand to open the door, but when I got inside, the card was missing. I looked down, retraced my steps—no card.

I tried to search the truck—you know, that gap between the seats where everything likes to nap —but with a dog, a kid, and a winter jacket taking up the front seat, I could hardly see anything. I asked a man leaving the pharmacy if he had seen me drop a card. He hadn’t, but when we got into his car on the passenger side of my truck, he stooped down and found the plastic card had blown, scooted, slid, from the driver’s side ¾ way under the truck. (We had a gale that day.)

Hallelujah! Card found.

He told me his story about having his driver’s license stuck to another card and not being able to find it.

A human connection.

I will continue to dream, I will continue to follow the Buddhist Monks' March for Peace, and their loyal companion, Aloka. I will continue to believe that the people of the world want peace and happiness. And that the crazy ones will wake up or lose their power.  No amount of power, money, sex, force, attention, or “Likes” will keep them from dying. Maybe because they know that, they want to wreak as much havoc as they can before they leave. Spoiled bullies!

Martin Luther King Jr led a group of people to the gates of the promised land, then left. Now, opening the gates and entering is up to us.

Are we up to the task?

Race fights continue. Those who look different from us are suspect. The controllers tell us, “Those who aren’t white, rich, of our faith, belief system, don’t belong.” and if you oppose me, I will shoot you. I never thought we would see this in America.

Our old Reptilian brain responds: “Get rid of foreigners, fear strangers. They will take our goods. Grab the resources; there isn’t enough to go around. Survive. Mine, mine, mine.”

From Texas, they came, to Washington they go. They walk, a quiet, small group of monks and one dog. Because they believe in a better way.

Connect with me. 

Together, we can come up with a plan, something good.

Let’s do it.

Give me an “I’m in.”

 

“I’m waiting.”

 

                                                                      Sweetpea