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Somehow I again forgot to request \u201cno straw\u201d with my water. But maybe I\u2019m forgiven. Wait staff at my usual breakfast spots and a few bars never bring me one, so I forget that at some places people put them in drinks automatically. Why no straw? Straws don\u2019t degrade easily; they increase trash; and I don\u2019t particularly like them. So for me they\u2019re a waste.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\tLately, I\u2019ve been concentrating on getting Spirit Moxie\u2019s book written and published, and apparently, I\u2019ve forgotten to write to you in this period before the book is available. But I remembered our motto: \u201clittle things that can change the world.\u201d I do live this day to day and realized I could share a few little things from my past two days. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But first, coming soon, is THE book: Moxie Moves: 10 easy ways to make a powerful difference. <\/em>It will be available both as an eBook and as a paperback. Eventually, it will even be available as an audio book. It will give you another take on Spirit Moxie and the importance of making a difference. I\u2019m spending my days nervously, and excitedly, looking for loose ends both in the text and the details of publishing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t Apparently, I\u2019m also spending my days forgetting to say \u201cno straw\u201d when I order a beverage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes a little thing is honoring and responding to what you think should happen. I attended a local festival with friends and mainly wandered. But three little things worth mentioning happened. The first was my loading a bag of clothes I no longer wanted or needed or didn\u2019t fit into my friend\u2019s car when he picked me up. He was planning a thrift store trip soon.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tThere were certainly more. But not using straws, honoring people\u2019s names and preferences, recycling, supporting friends, and. listening to my body is a pretty good list for two days. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \tI\u2019d love to know if this kind of is post useful. What little things did you experience during the past two days? Sending love. And, if you like, a hug.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Somehow I again forgot to request \u201cno straw\u201d with my water. But maybe I\u2019m forgiven. Wait staff at my usual breakfast spots and a few bars never bring me one, so I forget that at some places people put them … Continue reading ![\"Findlay](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sallybsedgwick.com\/conversation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_8275.jpg?resize=150%2C113\")
However some little and some not so little things have happen as they should and do. Every Saturday, I go to our local farmer\u2019s market. While I\u2019m there, I always collect a hug from a woman selling a newspaper that covers stories about the concerns of street people. The paper is\u00a0sold\u00a0 by homeless or otherwise indigent people, instead of their begging for money. Somehow I never remember the name of the woman I stop to see, although she regularly bawls me out for being outside with wet hair and tells me about her dog and her husband. So, I figured I\u2019d ask her name! (Again.) This time, I entered it in my phone and, with her permission, took a photo to go with it. As I walked around the market, I realized that these, too, are little things. Connecting with others. Learning names. I also realized I wanted to tell this story\u00a0to you. So, I found my newspaper seller again. \u201cDo you care if I use your picture on line?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d she replied, \u201cdon\u2019t do that. There were these people\u2026[and another story ensued].\u201d \u201cOK, so I won\u2019t use your name,\u201d I said. \u201cOh, you can use my name,\u201d she answered. \u201cJust not my picture.\u201d So here are other little things. Respect everyone. Ask for permission. Her name is Julie in case I need you to help me remember it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"River](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sallybsedgwick.com\/conversation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_8207-e1558554584458.jpg?resize=150%2C200\")
The other two things happened by my following what my body wanted to do which is part of the challenge of just being present<\/a> and of loving your body<\/a>. The first thing began by writing an email to friends I thought might also be coming to the event. And ended up with my sitting next to them listening to a great reading of a short play\/piece created by a friend of their grandson (relationships are like that) about a coal mine explosion (you need to trust me on this one!). The other thing happened right before my ride was ready to leave the event. I realized I hadn\u2019t seen the river near where the festival was held, and I felt a kind of longing. So, I took off and got as close to the water as I could. Somehow, this felt healing\u2014although I didn\u2019t know I needed healing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"Library\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sallybsedgwick.com\/conversation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_8266.jpeg?resize=150%2C178\")
Plus, for me there are the ongoing little things such as to remember to smile<\/a>, ride public transportation, and use libraries<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n