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Follow that intuition, that still small voice, that flash, that prompting. Don’t listen to that lower mind, that will give you all the reasons why you shouldn’t follow it there. So, it’s immediate action. Try it out. At first there are two voices — a higher voice and a lower voice. Keep on until there’s only one voice.
By Peter CaddyAugust 1978Since three-fifths of all American divorces begin in a kitchen spat, the housewife should familiarize herself with the kinds of lethal weapons she uses in the kitchen, and be on guard for their potential misapplications.
By Mrs. George B. HargroveMarch 1978Take the Campeche line out of Mexico or Veracruz (second class accommodations are half the price with little difference in comfort) and disembark with your perspiration at the Palenque station, named after the nearby breath-taking ruins. Here we find a mushroom with particular inner color, filled with the age old insanity of the Mayans, wisdom stored as knowledge in the mushroom’s files, as a tree stores its glucose in fruit.
By Frank GrazianoMarch 1978Everybody can win in a race, you see, if they’ve all improved their personal records. You’ve seen this in track meet after track meet, there’s the guy who comes in last but it’s a personal record for him. He gets as much applause from his buddies as the guy who won.
By Alma BlountMarch 1978It was Mara who spoke to the child first, her eyes large and full of her own young comprehension, breaking the silence with one soft word out of her hundred word vocabulary: baby.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellNovember 1977Although the world frequently gives me “gifts” that I do not consciously want, the choice becomes mine as to what I do with these gifts. I am learning to appreciate the inevitable burdens and pain of being alive.
By Leaf DiamantSeptember 1977Joy is a spark, an energy of newness that lives in the moment. Joy moves me out of myself, out of that part of the universe I am identifying with and calling me.
By Hannah BagginsJuly 1977Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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