My youngest son made a comment while we were trick-or-treating the other night that has stuck with me ever since. We had just met a particularly jolly neighbor of ours, an older gentleman, who was clearly a happy person when William said: "Daddy, I would much rather be with a happy person even if they …
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Your Pulse
In medicine, the pulse is a tactile method for determining systolic blood pressure, that is, the tactile palpation of your heartbeat. A normal pulse is steady in rhythm and force. Your heartbeat is not life itself, but it is an indication that you are alive. Your heart beats roughly 100,000 times in one day and …
The Serving Heart
Every instance of good service ever given came about because of the serving heart of someone who was genuinely interested in promoting the well-being of one of his or her fellows. The serving heart is not concerned with self-service or self-aggrandizement. Moreover, the serving heart realizes that fulfillment comes only as others are assisted in …
Count your Blessings
"Count your Blessings", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Before the day is done, Count your blessings one by one— Hold them in your hands. It is far better to meditate upon presences than it is to dwell upon absences. That to which you give your attention grows.
Patience, Love and Hospitality
Have you ever had the experience of being ready for something, but having to wait? Such experiences try your patience, don't they? It doesn't matter if you are young or old, everyone deals with the pressure of expectation in every phase of living. Young people tend to be accused of being impetuous, but I have …
Gently
"Gently", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Gently through the night I ply the celestial sphere— Will I see you there?
Autumn Wind
"Autumn Wind", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Distant sunlit tree Lends its voice to the chorus In the autumn wind
Stilly Morn’
"Stilly Morn'", a Haiku by Gregg Hake On this stilly morn' Light marries the morning fog— What shall this day bring?
Let Love
The wonderful thing about the spirit of love - true love - is that it flows, but never flows away. Love, like perfection, is a fluid thing; it is not static. It cannot be plucked from eternity, even when it sprouts into the light of the present moment. Love, like hope, springs eternal. If we …
Golden Silence II
"Golden Silence II", a Haiku by Gregg Hake The moment before The autumn leaf lands below— The earth holds her breath.
Gregory Hake 