Honest and Informed

I would love to what you think about the info on this site.
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Thanks Art

Stopping is good for me.
I stop and rest.
I stop to consider.
I stop and remember.
I stop and remember to rest.
I stop and rest to remember.

Remembering is good for me.
I remember to stop.
I remember to rest.
I remember to stop and rest.
I remember the valuable and the worthy.
I remember what I am about.

It does me good to stop and remember.
It does me good to stop and consider the nature of my growth.
It does me good to remember the nature of my responses.
It does me good to stop to consider the nature of creativity in my life.
It does me good to remember how my life is organized.
It does me good to stop to take the measure of my life.

I stop and remember.
I remember to start.
I start to do.
I do enough.
I stop.
I am grateful.

M. William Sheehan?

My name is Richard Caroll Sheehan.

My father's name was Carroll Joseph Sheehan.

My grandfather's name was Joseph Carroll Sheehan.

I'm pretty sure my paternal great grandfather was M. William Sheehan, but I know very little about him. He was probably born in Ireland about 1839. I believe he married Mary J. Carroll in DesMoines Co, IA in about 1860.

I'd be very pleased for any information related to M. William Sheehan.

Pings

What is a ping?

To what end are pings used on a blog?

How is a ping employed?

Why does one ping?

How does one ping responsibly?

What is a ping configuration?

Also:

What is a blog link list? and

What are blog rolls?

Talking to Myself

There are a lot of things my father didn't tell me.Things he did tell me were often ambigous or wrong. Still, I am glad that he did tell me. Because it was he who told me those things, I tended to think about them. Such thinking has proved helpful to me.

When I was quite young, perhaps in responce to a question of mine about a man talking to himself on the street, he said, " Its okay to talk to yourself; its even okay to answer yourself; but if you find yourself saying 'huh?' or 'What did you say?' look out"

We do sometmes say something out-loud to ourselves. A bit more often we might whisper to ourselves or just move our lips as in silent reading. Most often we just think our words. We seldom say to ourselves, "What did you say?" Perhaps we should.

Another thing my father told me is that, "A thing worth doing is worth doing well." I think about that. I continue to learn that listening to myself well is important. Listening to myself a bit better is teaching me how important it is to talk to myself well.

My honest attempts to say to myself things that are true, is paying off in healthy reaism and happiness. I cannot tell myself the perfect truth, but honestly trying to tell myself the truth is paying. Speaking to myself with increasing honesty is helping me to more effectively cooperate with realities of man, God, cosmos. The truth is freeing me and adding to my power to use that freedom well.

Good Bye May Day

What do you remember about May Day?

I remember gentle ,sunny goodness. I remember May Baskets and May Flowers. I remember talk and pictures of May Poles and May Dances. I remember garlands of flowers.

I miss May Day. I've shed tears for the loss of it.

Questions: Yoga, Etc.

What are the differences among the following forms of yoga: Asthang, Hatha, Satyananda? What can you tell us about them?

What are the Chinese disciplines Shing Ye, and Ba Gua about?

What is a easy way to search for a specific kind of information on a given blog site?

Home on the Desert

The Sky and roads carry more traffic than ever. The media still brings me the problems of the world.
Still, watching a pink snake, big and beautiful, gliding and nosing across my front yard this morning reminded me that earlier I had seen the jack rabbits sitting in the shade of the creosote bushes: which reminded me that I had nearly stepped on a tiny, half grown, cotton tail yesterday evening: which reminded me yesterday I had watched two strapping alligator lizards making love not far from my kitchen door; which reminded me that my cactus is blooming; which reminded me that I still hear coyotes and even see some handsome desert iguanas from time to time; which reminds me that my world is right.