There is a prayer said every day during the Shacharis (morning) prayer service that goes like this:
I haven't exercised for almost a year and just started it again last Tuesday with my trainer a 22 year old nice guy. Since I'm not allowed to work as hard as I used to the begining sessions have been using my body weight, which is more than enough.
What I used to think was too easy is now hard work. And to boot the gym has lovely large mirrors where I can see my mishapen body. Not to good for the self esteem but definitely a motivation to get back into some semblance of shape.
It might sound innocent or simplistic, but I really like nice people. I know them when I experience them and, sadly, they are kinda rare to be found.
Genuinely nice people stoke me up and make me feel good and I want to share the feeling and do everything for them and, hopefully, them for me.
It's like old time panning for gold. When one turns up you should relish and treasure him/her!
It's all about basic Humanity.
While we were in Hawaii recently, we were told that there is no word for “hate” in the Hawaiian language. I am not sure whether it's true. But we heard it several times.
Nevertheless, the notion that there is no word for “hate” in a language is a beautiful thing. Imagine (with a nod to John Lennon) a culture developing without the need to find a word for “hate”.
I had the great good fortune to be asked by the Gotham Gods to be an ongoing writer for the Gotham Gazette. I was asked to write about LOVE in Gotham. So I reached out to five Gothamites by email about being featured in the story. The email listed in their Gotham profile.
I recently took a trip to California. As there was some rain in the forecast, I brought along a raincoat.