The Red Ribbon

Written by Staci Stallings


Everyone wants a blue ribbon. Blue. First place. The best. Even kindergarteners want that blue ribbon. In sports, I was never a blue-ribbon person. In a race I was always last. In baseball I was as likely to get hit onrepparttar head as to droprepparttar 122966 ball. In basketball I was fine as long as there weren’t nine other players onrepparttar 122967 court with me. Where I got my horrible sports ability, I don’t know, but I got it. And I got it early.

Duringrepparttar 122968 spring of my kindergarten year, our class had a fieldtrip to a park in a town about 20 miles away. Making that drive now is no big deal, but when you’re six and you’ve lived in a town of 300 all your life, going to a town of a couple thousand is a very big deal. Nonetheless, looking back now, I don’t remember much of that day. I’m sure we ate our little sack lunches, played onrepparttar 122969 swings, slid downrepparttar 122970 slide—typical six-year-old stuff. Then it was time forrepparttar 122971 races.

However, these were no ordinary races. Some parent had come up withrepparttar 122972 idea to haverepparttar 122973 picnic kind of races, like passrepparttar 122974 potato under your neck and hold an egg on a spoon while you run torepparttar 122975 other side. I don’t remember too much about these, but there was one race that will forever be lodged in my memory—the three-legged race.

The parents decided not to use potato sacks for this particular race. Instead, they tied our feet together. One lucky little boy got me for a partner. Now what you have to know about this little boy is that he wasrepparttar 122976 second most athletic boy in our class. I’m sure he knew he was in troublerepparttar 122977 second they laced his foot to mine. As for me, I was mortified. This guy was a winner. He almost always won, and I knew that, with me, he didn’t have a chance.

However, apparently he didn’t realize that as deeply as I did atrepparttar 122978 time. He laced his arm with mine,repparttar 122979 gun sounded, and we were off torepparttar 122980 other side. Couples were falling and stumbling all around us, but we stayed on our feet and made it torepparttar 122981 other side. Unbelievably when we turned around and headed back for home, we were inrepparttar 122982 lead! Only one other couple even had a chance, and they were a good several yards behind us. Then only feet fromrepparttar 122983 finish line, disaster struck. I tripped and fell. We were close enough that my partner could have easily dragged me acrossrepparttar 122984 finish line and won. He could have, but he didn’t. Instead, he stopped, reached down, and helped me up—just asrepparttar 122985 other couple crossedrepparttar 122986 finish line.

Mindfulness: You're Soaking In It!

Written by Maya Talisman Frost


Looking for a bit more mindfulness in your daily life? Relax. You're soaking in it!

Perhaps you remember Madgerepparttar Manicurist, a television commercial character who commiserates with her clients about their chapped hands. While she is filingrepparttar 122965 nails of one hand, she conspiratorially confides that her client is actually soaking her other hand in Palmolive dishwashing liquid. After all, "It softens hands while you dorepparttar 122966 dishes."

It was a memorable pitch--good visual, element of surprise, great what-it-will-do-for-you line. That commercial, in several variations, ran for nearly thirty years. Jan Miner,repparttar 122967 actress who played Madge, died earlier this year atrepparttar 122968 age of 86, but her persona lives on.

Softening hands is nice, but here's a better idea. How about softening our hearts while we dorepparttar 122969 dishes?

Seriously. There's not a lot of multitasking you can do when you're elbow-deep in suds. Singing works, though your dance moves are a bit limited. You could talk on your hands-free wireless phone, but let's hope you can disconnect forrepparttar 122970 few minutes it takes to clean up after a meal.

Given free rein, our minds tend to go into worry mode. We're likely to spin our stories, get locked into our beliefs, or ponder our personal list of things to do.

What if we got intentional about that time spent atrepparttar 122971 sink? Take advantage ofrepparttar 122972 task and use those soapy bubbles as a trigger to be mindful.

Here's how to do it: 1) Whenever you touch your bottle of Palmolive (or any other brand) dishwashing liquid, simply say to yourself, "Soften your heart."

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