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Crimes often return to their teacher.”
Seneca, Thyestes, 311
Sixty-five days left, y’all. If all has gone according to design, you, my readers, have been reaping the products of the seeds of contemplative, cosmotheogenic Stoicism. I know I have. This work has been, and for the next sixty-five days will continue to be some good in my life, in your lives, and gods be good, in the world.
That’s what I’ve been “putting out there” with this blog.
We receive back what we put into the world, right? If we plant the seeds of kindness, it's likely we’ll have a kindness harvest in the future. If we plant seeds of hurt and mistrust, our harvest will reflect those, too.
In each moment, we each have the opportunity to take a breath, and sow the seeds of Virtue, goodness, inclusivity, and generosity. After all, what kind of harvest will you want when harvest time comes?
Plant Virtue, harvest Virtue. Plant kindness, harvest kindness.
(See y’all tomorrow)
That’s what I’ve been “putting out there” with this blog.
We receive back what we put into the world, right? If we plant the seeds of kindness, it's likely we’ll have a kindness harvest in the future. If we plant seeds of hurt and mistrust, our harvest will reflect those, too.
In each moment, we each have the opportunity to take a breath, and sow the seeds of Virtue, goodness, inclusivity, and generosity. After all, what kind of harvest will you want when harvest time comes?
Plant Virtue, harvest Virtue. Plant kindness, harvest kindness.
(See y’all tomorrow)
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