We admit it. We are part of the millions of Americans who have stayed home to watch Salchows, triple axels, skips and rocks.
Marks left on the ice (drawing by Peggy S. Shearn)
Young people hurl themselves off of mountains / twisting in the air / Other wear spangles and cry. Despite the Winter Olympics being nearly 2,000 miles away from Chicago’s North Shore, for two weeks the coverage of Winter Games became a part of the Ageless Universe.
Figure Skating as Haiku:
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It’s November already, and with Thanksgiving right around the corner, it’s the perfect time to stop and be grateful for the many wonderful things in our lives!
I had the privilege to hear Tony Robbins speak a few weeks ago, and he explained that you can’t experience negative emotions and feel gratitude at the same time. It is physically impossible. So when you feel bad, try to stop and feel grateful instead. It will change your life!
Feeling grateful takes just seconds. It can be done anywhere and at any time. And it’s easy: Stop what you’re doing. Quiet the chatter in your head. Now bring to the forefront something that you are thankful for. It could be the beautiful colors of fall, the giggle of your child, a smile from a stranger walking by. You will find 
that not only do you feel better, you’ll experience a wonderful sensation of calm.
One of the great things about living in this area is that we have many, many thing to be grateful for. Here are five keys to feeling gratitude on the North Shore:
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Inspiration:
Mt. Aconcagua
At the Wilmette Theatre last Sunday, we accompanied North Shore resident Seymour Rikfind on his journey from Aconcagua, the highest peak in the Northern Hemisphere to Badwater Basin, in Death Valley - the lowest point in North America. Rifkin, athlete and motivational speaker, premiered “135 Days to Badwater,” a documentary about his training for and completing the 135-mile Badwater ultra marathon.
The journey really begins in the mind and spirit of Seymour, who as a kid growing up in Skokie dreamed of being a champion gymnast. Seymour and his father fashioned a set of parallel bars from scrap metal and discarded pipes in their backyard. When they set the bars into concrete Seymour wrote into the wet cement that he wanted to be a state champion – a goal he achieved in high school.
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