"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

We can help each other. We can create and hold a space of safety and support for those who think for themselves instead of avoiding them or calling them weird. We can be informed instead of uncomfortable when someone declines a burger for lunch. We can back off on threat and aggression. We can be less demanding. We can listen without judgment. We can give authentically with no expectation of return. We can receive genuinely with no assumption of debt. 
— Len Wallick Who woulda thunk it? , Planet Waves
Note: my emphasis

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