Dr. Lynn Sloane

02/07/2026

tiny journal: The amount of goodness in our lives depends on our ability to notice it. What goodness do you see as you look around and pay attention?

02/06/2026

02/06/2026

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02/06/2026

tiny journal: "I came to believe that heroism is neither being perfect, nor doing something spectacular. In fact, it’s just the opposite: it’s regular, flawed human beings choosing to put others before themselves, even at great cost, even if no one will ever know, even as they realize the walls might be closing in around them." Heather Cox Richardson. Where does this take you?

02/05/2026

tiny journal: Today I helped...

02/04/2026

tiny journal: Imagine your inner library, shelves of the stories that have formed you. Experiences, connections, disconnections, books you've read, important teachers and quotations. The records that show how far you've come, and who you are. How is it to look at these shelves? What stands out?

02/03/2026

tiny journal: "Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you're tired. You look like you could go on forever." Leonard Cohen. What does this stir up? Weak, tired, unafraid, unashamed...

02/02/2026

tiny journal: “I understand now that I'm not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, 'For the same reason I laugh so often--because I'm paying attention.'" Glennon Doyle Melton. What are you noticing about your emotions these days?

02/01/2026

tiny journal: I'm famous for...

01/31/2026

tiny journal: This is an interesting comment from Hugh Mackay: "I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that—I don’t mind people being happy—but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down three things that made you happy today before you go to sleep” and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position. It’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say, “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness.” Ask yourself, “Is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is."

What do you think? Personal relevance? Fear of sadness? Effect on our expectations about grieving?

01/30/2026

tiny journal: They were starlings
Acie Clark

On my way back from Alabama, the birds were on their way wherever.
Their bodies, so many strewn in long lines across the sky, looked like
the words I wrote as a child before I knew how to write words.
I thought my thoughts would simply announce themselves to the page
if I pressed my pencil to it. And still, as I write this poem, I’m waiting
to see what I’m going to tell myself. The birds landed in an empty
field, gleaning for whatever it was they’d find. The clouds, so whipped
by wind, turned the sky a milky blue, pouring down fast and thick as paint
as I drove under it. There is so much missing in the world I try to write about:
I don’t know what kind of birds or what had been planted or what to call
a cloud that does that. I’d like to say I don’t need to know to love them,
but why else did I spend a lifetime looking for my name? I promise myself
I will look into it later so for now I look at their bodies, try to remember.
For now, a correction: the field was not an empty field. It was so full of birds.

What does this stir up? I like "And still, as I write this poem, I’m waiting
to see what I’m going to tell myself." because it happens in journaling too. Write about being surprised at what wants to be written when you press pencil to page.

01/29/2026

tiny journal: Georgia O'Keefe said: “I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing that I wanted to do.” Write about being scared. Write about doing anyway, or not doing something as a result.