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This is a daily journal on life, the Universe and everything from a practicing Stoic woman's perspective.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MusingsOfAStoicWoman" /><feedburner:info uri="musingsofastoicwoman" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BQns9eip7ImA9WhBaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7175562875074544490</id><published>2013-05-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-30T06:00:53.562-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-30T06:00:53.562-07:00</app:edited><title>The Beauty Is In The Living</title><content type="html">&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;AS
 one that tosseth up a ball. And what is a ball the better, if the 
motion of it be upwards; or the worse if it be downwards; or if it 
chance to fall upon the ground? So for the bubble; if it continue, what 
is it the better? And if it dissolve, what is it the worse? And so is it
 of a candle too. And so must thou reason with thyself, both in matter 
of fame, and in matter of death. For as for the body itself, (the 
subject of death) wouldst thou know the vileness of it? Turn it about, 
that thou mayest behold it the worst sides upwards as well, as in its 
more ordinary pleasant shape; how doth it look, when it is old and 
withered? when sick and pained? And as for fame. This life is short. 
Both he that praiseth, and he that is praised; he that remembers, and he
 that is remembered, will soon be dust and ashes. Besides, it is but in 
one corner of this part of the world that thou art praised; and yet in 
this corner, thou hast not the joint praises of all men; no nor scarce 
of anyone constantly. And yet the whole earth itself, what is it but as 
one point, in regard of the whole world?  - MARCUS AURELIUS. 
MEDITATIONS. Book viii. 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;My quick response on the Words of the Ancient Wise blog to the passage above - &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:1"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0.:0"&gt;Living
 in a society that is so obsessed with appearance, this passage really 
makes one think about what a frail and fleeting thing our physical body 
is. Let's keep our body functioning to the best capacity that we can, 
but focus on our moral and mental health more than anything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0.:0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a middle aged woman, or as any woman for that matter, it is extremely difficult to live in this day and age and maintain a healthy sense of self-worth.&amp;nbsp; We are a society that is obsessed with appearance, conforming to the standard set by our peers.&amp;nbsp; The crazy fact is that the majority of us feel that we are held to a standard that is unattainable!&amp;nbsp; I am a fairly attractive 46 year old woman but still suffer pangs of remorse when I look in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; I am no longer the size 6 that I was in my youth.&amp;nbsp; Three full term pregnancies and some auto immune issues have taken their toll on my physical appearance.&amp;nbsp; I no longer have the perfect teeth that I had at 25 or the body that I had in my early 20's.&amp;nbsp; I have lived and loved and dreamed in this body that I have.&amp;nbsp; Yes, my body shows the ravages of a car accident (scarring on my knees and a chipped tooth), stretch marks from carrying three wonderful individuals inside of it, and various cuts, bruises and dislocations over the years but it as an engineering wonder.&amp;nbsp; My body is a testament to over 46 years of loving my family, husband and friends, of working through struggles and overcoming adversity, of grieving, of working through pain and yet still continuing on.&amp;nbsp; What an amazing vehicle for experiencing life our bodies are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0.:0"&gt;I will soon, as it says above, be dust and ashes.&amp;nbsp; Death comes to all for none get out alive!&amp;nbsp; Our challenge is to care for our bodies and our appearance as much as we can without becoming obsessed with it.&amp;nbsp; Many of us spend money and time that could be better spent elsewhere trying to fight the aging process with chemicals and with fad diets.&amp;nbsp; How much better and richer would our lives be if we could allow ourselves to age gracefully?&amp;nbsp; What if we were to spend that money that we spend on the latest cosmetic, hairstyle or fad diet on educating our minds or giving to a worthy cause?&amp;nbsp; What a force for change we have the capacity to be for our family and friends around us and for the greater community of the world that we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[3].:1:0:1:comment10151630710040516_28265607.:0.:1.:0.:1.:0.:0.:0:2.:0.:0"&gt;Let's all strive to celebrate the uniquely beautiful individual that we are!&amp;nbsp; Let's move forward to the future and love ourselves completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY7nCZb4h5Q/UadMdJHb5LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/EnTx6kVz3t8/s1600/377766_10151443200125516_981052628_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY7nCZb4h5Q/UadMdJHb5LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/EnTx6kVz3t8/s320/377766_10151443200125516_981052628_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my Mum on the best day of my life. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lejnILK-6vI/UadMdIlZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/JiGSIo0Uty4/s1600/399745_10151168970045516_1376506481_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lejnILK-6vI/UadMdIlZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/JiGSIo0Uty4/s320/399745_10151168970045516_1376506481_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A young Mum at 24 with my daughter Lindley.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pflU11lNgAs/UadMdEYUBOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/f9IiLjwud9w/s1600/559160_10151108609760516_1396336850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pflU11lNgAs/UadMdEYUBOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/f9IiLjwud9w/s320/559160_10151108609760516_1396336850_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At age 45 with Lindley and Emilie on Lindley's wedding day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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to a consultation? If these things are good, you 
ought to rejoice that he hath got them; and if 
they are evil, do not be grieved that you have 
not got them. And remember that you cannot, 
without using the same means to acquire things 
not in our own power, expect to be thought worthy 
of an equal share of them. For how can he who 
doth not frequent the door of any man, doth not 
attend him, doth not praise him, have an equal 
share with him who doth? You are unjust, then, 
and insatiable, if you are unwilling to pay the 
price for which these things are sold, and would 
have them for nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
EPICTETUS. MANUAL. 25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "You are insatiable if you are unwilling to pay the price for which fame and power are sold and would have them for nothing."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In reading thi&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s passage this morning I couldn&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'t help but think of how many times I have been plagued with jealousy&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;feelings of inadequacy because of &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the lives of others.&amp;nbsp; So many choices that when we have made them change the course of our lives.&amp;nbsp; I have many friends &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;who live in the country are able to work on self-sufficiency with goats and chickens, etc.&amp;nbsp; I live in my husband's grandparents home that we purchased in order to keep it in the family.&amp;nbsp; Our house is in an urban setting&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; that does not allow me to have poult&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ry or raise goats etc.&amp;nbsp; There are times that I wish that I lived in the country BUT I would not have the wonderful husband and family that I have nor would I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;be able to &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ea&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sily have friends over&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, or be easily &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt; for the Stoic workshop evenings in our home, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;f I had to choose between country living and all of the benefits that we have living in an urban environment&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, for me at this moment in my life, the urban environment wins.&amp;nbsp; I also wanted to be an Opera Singer in my youth but my &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eldest child came along and was due shortly after I was &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to start the Opera program at Wil&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;f&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rid Laurier University.&amp;nbsp; I postponed my admittance for a year at first&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, but when that wonderful boy was born, I fell in love with being a mother as well as a wife and wanted my family to be my main focus.&amp;nbsp; For me this was a choice that I was willing to make and on&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e that I felt I had to make, although others have been ab&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;le to jog University with a young child, even a program as demanding as the Opera program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now that my children have grown and the "mothering" phase of my life is done I am able to start to loo&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;k a&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t the things I might have regrets about not doing.&amp;nbsp; The list&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; for me is very short, thankfully.&amp;nbsp; I can look at the list and decide if I still wish now to do these things, figure out the cost of doing them and if it is a cost I am willing to pay, and make plans to move forward with those that I feel are experiences or goals that I wish to do make utmost to accomplish in this lifetime.&amp;nbsp; Of course, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have no control over the outcome as to whether the goals I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;choose are accomplished, I can only control my efforts, motivation&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;preparation, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Many years ago my husband and I went through the exercise of seeing if there was a decision made in our lives that we would change and what the outcomes of th&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at change would have been.&amp;nbsp; We both came to the conclusion that without making the decisions that we had we would not have the amazing family or relationship that we both had and would&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, therefore, not want to change anything.&amp;nbsp; Whenever we watch other people and wish for th&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eir lives remember that we would not have the life that we have now, the rela&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tionships that we have now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and tally up the cost of change.&amp;nbsp; To live in the present is a gift that allows us to truly appreciate what we have in the Now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/-wKrmgirJbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5188333860312654243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-s-anyone-preferred-before-you-at.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5188333860312654243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5188333860312654243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/-wKrmgirJbA/i-s-anyone-preferred-before-you-at.html" title="Where we are at this moment" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-s-anyone-preferred-before-you-at.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GSHYzfyp7ImA9WhBVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7064139414621403846</id><published>2013-04-23T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T05:42:09.887-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-23T05:42:09.887-07:00</app:edited><title>My Cup Runneth Over...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;To those who, to excuse their prodigality, urged that they spent only 
money that   they did not know how to use otherwise, Zeno said, 'Would 
you forgive the cook who   made his sauce too salty for you, and said it
     was because he had more salt than he knew   what to do with?'"&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zeno&lt;/i&gt; as quoted in&lt;i&gt; Stobaeus' Florilegium&lt;/i&gt;, vol. i, p. 271&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many times in our world of affluence in North Amer&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ica&lt;/span&gt; have we spent our surplus on f&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rivolous things.&amp;nbsp; We are so wealthy in comparison with the rest of the world that when we have a surplus of riches we tend to be wasteful or &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;embarrassingly&lt;/span&gt; extravagant.&amp;nbsp; I know that I am guilty of this, especially in our renovations project.&amp;nbsp; I went beyond what w&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as expedient to purchase granite &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I can justify it by saying they will &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;last etc. but it was &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt; extravagant if I am totally honest with myself.&amp;nbsp; I failed at that moment when I &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;chose and prepaid for granite.&amp;nbsp; A laminate composite would have served my purpose and &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;would have lasted me for t&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;en&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; years and cost less than a third of the price of granite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So now that I have the installed granite what should I, as a &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;modern day person trying to embrace the Stoic philosophy and &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;principles in&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to my life, do&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp; I have a few op&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tions: a) I could take out the granite and donate it for charity and make do with plywood (this would probably cause damage to the cabinets that are now installed &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to fit the granite) b) I can acc&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ept the past and make the best use of the &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt; moving forward, appreciating them each day and allowing them to bring joy to everyo&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ne who spends time in my kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After much soul searching I have decided to learn the lesson that good does not mean extravagance.&amp;nbsp; I need to meet my needs for cleanliness, function&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, etc. moving forward but must learn the lesson that extravagance in neither necessary nor preferred.&amp;nbsp; Now that the choice to spend more money on granite has been made and it is a "fait accompli" I need to let that choice go and move forward ever mindful of this lesson but not dwelling on it.&amp;nbsp; It would be wasteful of me to waste the counter top now but I will no&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;t spend unreasonably or buy more than I need moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are an extremely affluent society.&amp;nbsp; We suffer from affluenza, the desire to acquire more and more &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;things, to the point that we need storage units and are addicted to shopping and buying more to fit into our storage units.&amp;nbsp; As a Stoic with the primary guiding principle of "living according to nature" I feel that embracing a more minimalist lifestyle is the way to move forward.&amp;nbsp; As we continue to fit our&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;selves into one floor of our house rather than two, we need to keep this idea in mind while sorting through our "stuff", keeping only that which &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we have a need for and room to store, gifting the surplus to family and f&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;riends who need&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/EcD1FEunizg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7064139414621403846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-cup-runneth-over.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7064139414621403846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7064139414621403846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/EcD1FEunizg/my-cup-runneth-over.html" title="My Cup Runneth Over..." /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-cup-runneth-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNRXk4cCp7ImA9WhBVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-4238161298849752160</id><published>2013-04-19T10:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-19T10:54:54.738-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-19T10:54:54.738-07:00</app:edited><title>Being Actively Engaged in Living</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"They are mad, who make no account of riches, health, freedom from pain,
 and integrity of the body, nor take any care to attain them."&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Seneca's Epistles, cxxiii, sec. 3.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"The wise man will not love wealth, but yet he will prefer to have it. 
He will receive it into his house, though not into his heart, not 
rejecting it, but controlling it, and willing to have larger 
opportunities for virtue."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Pliny's Epistles, vi, book i, sec. 2. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"In poverty there can be no virtues but perseverance and self-respect, 
but wealth gives a free field for temperance, generosity, economy, 
industry, and magnanimity."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Chrysippus, quoted in Plutarch's Morals, Goodwin's Ed., vol. iv, p. 437.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Many people when first reading about Stoicism stumble with the term "indifferent".&amp;nbsp; The Stoic teachers all taught that Virtue and the pursuit of living a virtuous life was the appropriate lifelong goal for an individual.&amp;nbsp; The idea of certain things in life as being neither intrinsically bad or good is where the term "indifferent" in a Stoic sense came from.&amp;nbsp; Once again our English language and the common vernacular has twisted the definition and use of the term to mean that someone is emotionally detached and disengaged from any given situation.&amp;nbsp; Much like the term Stoic (often used to mean a person who is detached and unemotional) the concept of indifference has become one of detachment and someone who is callous or incapable of empathy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The Stoic teachers listed the Indifferents as influences in our lives that cause us to neither be morally good or bad, i.e. wealth, health, etc.&amp;nbsp; One can certainly live a virtuous life without wealth but it sure helps life be more comfortable and charitable giving becomes much more possible.&amp;nbsp; The pursuit of indifferents is NOT the definition of a "good life".&amp;nbsp; Our society's emphasis on success, money, health, etc. , quite often at the expense of morals, is not a healthy or balanced outlook.&amp;nbsp; Stoicism allows us to do all that we can and to realize that anything beyond our best efforts is "beyond our control".&amp;nbsp; We pursue excellence in character and moral fortitude as our life goals.&amp;nbsp; We surround ourselves with beloved family and friends and measure them far greater than any wealth that we might acquire.&amp;nbsp; Their witness of good character and a contemplated and deliberately lived life is all the witness that I wish to have at my memorial service.&amp;nbsp; That I have lived and left this world a better place for having been here is my lifelong goal.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/6157uIoPx8M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4238161298849752160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/being-actively-engaged-in-living.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/4238161298849752160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/4238161298849752160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/6157uIoPx8M/being-actively-engaged-in-living.html" title="Being Actively Engaged in Living" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/being-actively-engaged-in-living.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBRng-fyp7ImA9WhBVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7800511893366818526</id><published>2013-04-18T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-18T06:17:37.657-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-18T06:17:37.657-07:00</app:edited><title>Picking up the Pace Again</title><content type="html">It has been a long while (two months) since I have written a blog post.&amp;nbsp; I have been deep in the throes of home renovations, frantically trying to get a granny suite ready for my Mom-in-law to come home to April lst.&amp;nbsp; We did not get it completely finished but will be painting the unit the week of April 22.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My own home, upstairs, is needing much attention.&amp;nbsp; We have the dining room to finish, our bedroom, bathroom and then all of the rooms need painting.&amp;nbsp; We have felt the lack of peace in our home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Stoic workshops were put on hold while our living room was in total chaos and Michel and I dealt with a horrible flu/cold.&amp;nbsp; We are starting back up this Friday and I look forward to having the conversations and fellowships that the workshops bring into our home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spring has sprung and it is time to grow again and allow for change and new possibilities.&amp;nbsp; While finishing off our home renovations I am planning a raised bed garden to be planted in May, after the Victoria Day weekend.&amp;nbsp; Michel and I are speaking on Modern Day Stoicism as a spiritual path at Gaia Gathering that weekend.&amp;nbsp; We are spending time preparing for that 90 min presentation just down the road from our home in Gatineau, QC.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am feeling the motivation and promise of the future awakening in me again after the long and hard winter of loss and growth.&amp;nbsp; The promise of summer and the future lie ahead.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/b5zUUR6BFmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7800511893366818526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/picking-up-pace-again.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7800511893366818526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7800511893366818526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/b5zUUR6BFmU/picking-up-pace-again.html" title="Picking up the Pace Again" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/04/picking-up-pace-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CQ3s4eCp7ImA9WhBSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-6559978788109833423</id><published>2013-02-25T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-25T09:54:22.530-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-25T09:54:22.530-08:00</app:edited><title>Going with the Flow</title><content type="html">The past few days have been crazy while we are in the process of renovating and putting in a new kitchen, etc.&amp;nbsp; If you want to go for a modern day test of your Stoic equilibrium, home renovations would be it.&amp;nbsp; We are slightly delayed by a week for the countertops to be installed now but plywood counters are just fine as a temporary measure.&amp;nbsp; It has been a good exercise to run into these unforeseen issues and sort out the problems by "what is in my control", "what is not in my control" and planning ahead to the worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am blessed with food in my belly, a roof over my head and the love of family and friends.&amp;nbsp; Everything else is just gravy.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/cbW_S_pj-FI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6559978788109833423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/going-with-flow.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/6559978788109833423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/6559978788109833423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/cbW_S_pj-FI/going-with-flow.html" title="Going with the Flow" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/going-with-flow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIARXs7eSp7ImA9WhBSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7871861623563673973</id><published>2013-02-19T06:35:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-19T06:35:44.501-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-19T06:35:44.501-08:00</app:edited><title>At the Journey's End</title><content type="html">Today's reading from Words of the Ancient Wise was:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;HOW do we act in a voyage? What is in my 
power? To choose the pilot, the sailors, the day, the time of day. 
Afterwards comes a storm. What have I to care for? My part is performed.
 The subject belongs to another, to the pilot. But the ship is sinking: 
what then have I to do? That which alone I can do; I am drowned, without
 fear, without clamour, or accusing God; but as one who knows that what 
is born must likewise die. For I am not eternity, but a man; a part of 
the whole, as an hour is of the day. I must come like an hour, and like 
an hour must pass away. What signifies it whether by drowning or by a 
fever? For, in some way or other, pass I must.  -  &lt;br /&gt; EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book ii. §5. ¶2&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;My response to this was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;Have
 courage to face the inevitable with reason and peace. Do what you can 
to influence or change your circumstances, but when you have done all 
that you can, act with dignity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;As I mentioned in yesterday's blog, I have recently experienced a momentous loss in my own personal life.&amp;nbsp; My mother passed away from a terminal form of cancer within four months of diagnosis.&amp;nbsp; The example that mother gave me of "grace under extreme adversity", "peace when the storm of life is raging", will stay with me for the rest of my life and with anyone who witnessed her incredible dignity and fortitude.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Upon her initial diagnosis she spoke with her doctors and specialists discovered that there was little medical intervention that would prolong her life considerably and made the choice to accept the inevitable and to spend what little time she had left with family and friends around her.&amp;nbsp; She chose not to rail at the circumstances or to fight the inevitability of death, but to accept things with serenity.&amp;nbsp; Her moments, although tinged with regret that she would not experience the future with those that she loved, were filled with important words, love and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;I am blessed to have been part of her final days, blessed to have had such a mother.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed to have known such a woman;&amp;nbsp; an example of dignity and virtue in the face of insurmountable and unbeatable adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[924].[1][2][1]{comment10151458509440516_26983816}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;When we are given a circumstance or challenge in life; first we must virtuously examine our actions moving forward, secondly we must act as we have determined virtue would demand, and then we must accept the outcome understanding that we have done all that we could.&amp;nbsp; We can then let go and move forward into the sea of life, able to release the outcome and enjoy the journey that is left to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/DJkTacy51YQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7871861623563673973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/at-journeys-end.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7871861623563673973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7871861623563673973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/DJkTacy51YQ/at-journeys-end.html" title="At the Journey's End" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/at-journeys-end.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGSX4_fSp7ImA9WhBSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7979966743700739293</id><published>2013-02-18T12:04:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-18T12:08:48.045-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-18T12:08:48.045-08:00</app:edited><title>When the Rain Falls</title><content type="html">I have been telling myself for the past few days that I need to write in my blog so here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have not posted much on my blog lately as I have wanted to keep details of my life that involved others off of my blog and I cannot do that if I actually write!&amp;nbsp; LOLs...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have recently experienced a huge loss in my life, my mother, and have been processing that loss and I have been busy with dealing with that loss.&amp;nbsp; My mum was a wonderful mother and a lovely human being.&amp;nbsp; We had a few months to deal with the news that she was dying but at that moment when the news of her passing came it still came as a huge loss.&amp;nbsp; Her memorial service was a lovely celebration of all that she had been in life and all that she would continue to be in our recollections, photos and memories of her.&amp;nbsp; Going through the experience of my mother's illness and her death was a purifying experience, putting all of the mundane and minutiae into sharp contrast with what was important to me.&amp;nbsp; To focus on family, home and relationships with even more vigour, to fill my life with abundance and live every moment.&amp;nbsp; To squeeze every last drop out of the fruit of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The study of Stoic philosophy and its practice in my daily life has made a huge difference in my coming to terms with her loss.&amp;nbsp; When I compare my reactions to the loss of my father before studying Stoicism, I am amazed by the contrast.&amp;nbsp; I know that death is a reality of life, we cannot have one without the other.&amp;nbsp; Although I will miss her awfully, I know that my mother has completed the cycle of life and lived her life and loved her family and friends fully.&amp;nbsp; I am encouraged to live my life even more every day by her example.&amp;nbsp; We who are left behind to remember her do well to honour her memory every day by living with joy and embracing the world with happiness and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;
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I now move forward into the world as an orphan yet not alone.&amp;nbsp; I am surrounded by the love of those who came before and those who are yet still my companions in this life.&amp;nbsp; I will live more fully and more boldly, having a greater appreciation for each moment as it has been refined under the magnifying glass of terminal illness and death.&amp;nbsp; I move forward with the motto of Carpe Diem, to seize the day, to savour the moments before they slip away and are lost to the stream of time. To take each moment as a gift, each sunrise as a promise, each moonrise as a benediction, to live.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/6b_VmSUG6k0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7979966743700739293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-have-been-telling-myself-for-past-few.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7979966743700739293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7979966743700739293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/6b_VmSUG6k0/i-have-been-telling-myself-for-past-few.html" title="When the Rain Falls" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-have-been-telling-myself-for-past-few.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFSXw5eCp7ImA9WhNbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7347443312025771031</id><published>2013-01-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-17T07:08:38.220-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-17T07:08:38.220-08:00</app:edited><title>Oasis of Calm</title><content type="html">&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;IN
 short, then, remember this, that whatever external to your own choice 
you esteem, you destroy that choice. And not only power is external to 
it, but the being out of power too; not only business, but leisure too. —
 "Then, must I live in this tumult now?" — What do you call a tumult? — 
"A multitude of people." — And where is the hardship? Suppose it is the 
Olympic games. Think it a public assembly. There, too, some bawl out one
 thing, some do another; some push the rest. The baths are crowded. Yet 
who of us is not pleased with these assemblies, and doth not grieve to 
leave them? Do not be hard to please, and squeamish at what happens. 
"Vinegar is disagreeable (says one), for it is sour. Honey is 
disagreeable (says a second), for it disorders my constitution. I do not
 like vegetables, says a third. Thus, too (say others), I do not like 
retirement; it is a desert: I do not like a crowd; it is a tumult." — 
Why, if things are so disposed that you are to live alone, or with few, 
call this condition a repose, and make use of it as you ought.  -  
EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book iii. §2. ¶3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;This passage was the reading on &lt;a href="http://wordsoftheancientwise.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;Words of the Ancient Wise&lt;/a&gt; for yesterday, January 16th.&amp;nbsp; As I was reading through it I was struck with how many times I am discontented and churlish because some aspect of the situation I am currently in "displeases" me.&amp;nbsp; I really can be a petty, hard minded individual at times.&amp;nbsp; I was reminded, upon reading the above passage, that I need to continue to strive to find contentment within myself.&amp;nbsp; To strive to not be buffeted by the winds of circumstance or the storms of change around me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;In cultivating mindfulness within myself, I am creating a refuge and a safe harbour to offset the ravages of circumstance and the cacophony of sound that can often erupt around me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This allows me to be present in the moment but not perturbed by the specific circumstances that might normally upset me and cause me to react in an immoral or vicious manner.&amp;nbsp; The Stoic practices of analysis (What is in my control versus what is not), hesitation (to take a momentary pause before reacting) and deliberation are the tools that I can use to help build a refuge, an oasis of calm within myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;WHEN
 you have shut your doors, and darkened your room, remember never to say
 that you are alone, for you are not; but God is within, and your genius
 is within; and what need have they of light to see what you are doing? 
To this God you likewise ought to swear such an oath as the soldiers do 
unto Caesar. For do they, in order to receive their pay, swear to prefer
 before all things the safety of Caesar; and will you not swear, who 
have received so many and so great favours, or if you have sworn, will 
you not stand to it? And what must you swear? Never to disobey, nor 
accuse, nor murmur at any of the things appointed by him, nor 
unwillingly to do or suffer anything necessary. Is this oath like the 
former? In the first, persons swear not to honour any other beyond 
Caesar; in the last, beyond all, to honour themselves.  -  EPICTETUS. 
DISCOURSES. Book i. §14. ¶1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][1]"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;The quote above is today's Words of the Ancient Wise reading&amp;nbsp; (http://wordsoftheancientwise.blogspot.com/) for this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;"beyond
 all, to honour themselves"...  Wow that is a huge principle to live up 
to.  We often find it so much easier to live to an external set of rules
 or ideals.  Stoicism takes it internal and makes us step up to the 
plate and live worthy of ourselves, worthy of that potential that lives 
inside of all of us, the Sage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;In our modern age we can just join a religion or group that will set out guidelines that we can live by.&amp;nbsp; We can adopt a lifestyle that is set on a predefined set of rules that will help us set goals and standards that we must live by, once adopted.&amp;nbsp; I have tried to find a "source" for a lifestyle many times in my life.&amp;nbsp; Each time it has been an experience that has left me feeling out of sync, a round peg trying to fit into a square hole.&amp;nbsp; This morning it hit me, by reading this passage, just what was wrong with all of those belief or lifestyle systems...&amp;nbsp; They were not able to go deep enough.&amp;nbsp; They did not bring me closer to a knowledge of Myself.&amp;nbsp; For me, these systems allowed me to put on a uniform of rules that made "ME" fit in, some even allowed "ME" to hide behind a mask.&amp;nbsp; These systems allowed me to hide and cloak myself in the guise of the perfect X (insert label here) so that I could focus on doing all of the prescribed actions that would show the outside world what I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;In living the Stoic principles on a daily basis, actually actively practicing Stoicism as a living process, I am uncovering more of the inner "ME" rather than adding layers to the masks I have worn in the past.&amp;nbsp; In forcing myself to live up to the standard of authenticity; practicing mindfulness, reservation and hesitation, I am like an archaeologist or analyst digging past the layers to find the hidden ME, my best self and full potential.&amp;nbsp; This is the goal of the Sage, the work of the Stoic practitioner - to constantly be discovering themselves, to go deeper and further in to find a life of true contentment and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[226].[1][2][1]{comment10151298541525516_25959667}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;I have set off on a journey full of wonder and enlightenment with many companions beside me.&amp;nbsp; Let's keep traveling together, encouraging one another and holding each other accountable when necessary.&amp;nbsp; Let's be to life like a bridegroom to his bride, full of joy and wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/sBQsxQuI_30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5015814225834672062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/11/life-is-like-onion.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5015814225834672062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5015814225834672062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/sBQsxQuI_30/life-is-like-onion.html" title="Life is like an Onion" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/11/life-is-like-onion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICSXoyeCp7ImA9WhNSEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-4210596019504705351</id><published>2012-10-26T07:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-26T07:09:28.490-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-26T07:09:28.490-07:00</app:edited><title>Tyranny of the Urgent</title><content type="html">&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;O
 MORTALS, whither are you hurrying? What are you about? Why do you 
tumble up and down, wretches, like blind men? You are going a wrong way,
 and have forsaken the right. You seek prosperity and happiness in a 
wrong place, where it is not; nor do you give credit to another who 
shows you where it is. Why do you seek it without? It is not in body: if
 you do not believe me, look upon Myro, look upon Ofellius. It is not in
 wealth: if you do not believe me, look upon Croesus, look upon the rich
 of the present age, how full of lamentation their life is. It is not in
 power; for, otherwise, they who have been twice and thrice consuls must
 be happy, but they are not.  -  EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book iii. §22. 
¶3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0].[0]"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In my Stoic reading this morning we studied the above noted passage from Epictetus.&amp;nbsp; My Facebook comment was the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0].[0]"&gt;"The
 Tyranny of the urgent... our world moves at such a rapid pace. We fill 
our days in the pursuit of so many things that have no intrinsic value 
in the grand scheme of our lives. How many of us are ill from a lack of 
time spent in healthy pursuits? Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;w
 many of us now reap the crop of the seeds that we planted in our past? 
Let us be ever mindful of our actions and the consequences that come 
from those actions. Let's take the time to care for our bodies, and to 
nurture our souls to the best of our abilities. To pursue those pursuits
 that are the "big rocks" in our lives and not to get bogged down by the
 daily minutiae. To live in the present without regret from the past or 
fear of the future.  To live a flourishing life, filled with joy and 
steadfastness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;If you are not familiar with the parable of the "Pebbles, Sand and a Jar"&amp;nbsp; here is is, accredited appropriately to its author, philosopher and speaker Celia S. Hecht &lt;a href="http://www.inlightimes.com/archives/2002/04/pebbles-sand-jar.htm"&gt;http://www.inlightimes.com/archives/2002/04/pebbles-sand-jar.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a wife, mother, daughter, sister, business owner, friend, all of the various roles that I have in this life, what are my big rocks?&amp;nbsp; The largest rock in my life would be my amazing husband, Michel Daw, my rock of Gibraltar.&amp;nbsp; My first rock is him to continue to nurture our relationship.&amp;nbsp; My next rock would be my children, to be able to make time to continue to see them and spend quality time together even though they are grownup with their own households and careers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;The next big rock is my relationship with my mother who has been ill lately and is coming to the end of her life.&amp;nbsp; A huge priority in my life right now is to spend as much time as possible with her while she is still able to have conversations, to let her know, as always, that she is loved and has so much value to me.&amp;nbsp; To let her know that, no matter what adventure may await us after death, she will continue on in my memories of her.&amp;nbsp; I am focusing on enjoying sitting with her in quiet moments, looking at photographs, talking of the past, nesting with her in her illness.&amp;nbsp; Trying to squeeze as much juice out of the fruit of her life while she is still with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;In focusing on spending time with my Mum, I then come to the big rock of my sisters.&amp;nbsp; They are the ones who are bearing the weight of caring for an aging parent.&amp;nbsp; I am the one who lives four hours away from my mother while they are all within a fifteen minute drive, one actually lives in the same home.&amp;nbsp; They are the ones who are struggling with the daily requirements while trying to balance their own big rocks of marriage, family and health.&amp;nbsp; It is important for me to take the time now to try to relieve some of their burdens, to continue to nurture my relationship with them.&amp;nbsp; To keep the lines of communication open so that they have someone to talk to when the darkness of illness begins to envelop their own lights.&amp;nbsp; To be an ear to vent to when everything just feels like it is too much to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;My next big rocks are smaller in size but are still big enough to need to go into the jar next.&amp;nbsp; My business and my friends. Working from home there is often the challenge of time bleeding away with the tyranny of the urgent.&amp;nbsp; I am starting to enforce the practice of setting "business hours" so that I can be more productive with my time and more focused when I am working.&amp;nbsp; My friends are the rock that is very hard to fit into the jar at the moment with the increased need to travel and visit my mother.&amp;nbsp; Many of our friends are also involved in the Stoic workshop sessions that we hold in our home on a monthly basis.&amp;nbsp; This means that they are wrapped into the bedrock in my life, Stoicism.&amp;nbsp; Stoicism is what my jar is made of, it is not glass, but made of fired obsidian, strong and having weight to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;What does Stoicism bring to my life as a practice and what are the details that are encapsulated in that philosophy as my personal life philosophy? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;living consciously&amp;nbsp; (planning with reservation, knowing that things can change with a moments notice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;stewardship&amp;nbsp; (my body is the only one that I get, my home, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;mindful of our planet (trying to live with as small a footprint as possible, conscious of our place in the universe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;virtues (trying to live with the virtues as my guidepost, doing the right thing because it is the right thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;letting go (knowing what is in my control and what is not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;relationship (my place in the world and the importance of those around me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;Now that my big rocks are covered I know that I have very little time for the minutiae that comes into my life.&amp;nbsp; I have lately found that some pursuits that I find less than fruitful have been pushing for prominence in my life at the expense of others.&amp;nbsp; Maybe this has been a coping mechanism for my mind to process the news of my mother's ill health and imminent passing?&amp;nbsp; I have not been living as consciously as I would like.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;What are some of the pursuits that I would like to minimize in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;Facebook (while valuable for keeping up relationships with distant family/friends and fellow Stoic students, it needs to be kept to a minimum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;Television (our television is already relegated to the basement, but, this has become much too prominent lately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]."&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151249245330516_25525916}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]..[0]"&gt;I am going to continue to work on achieving balance in my life, ensuring that my big rocks do not get crowded out by the facebook and the television sand.&amp;nbsp; To ensure that authenticity continues to be the main goal of my stay while visiting this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;RECEIVE
 temporal blessings without ostentation, when they are sent; and thou 
shalt be able to part with them with all readiness and facility when 
they are taken from thee again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; MARCUS AURELIUS. MEDITATIONS. Book iii. 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am in the process of fine tuning my life.  As I wrote yesterday in my 
blog, determining the Big Rocks, and crafting my life to make sure that 
those rocks get the majority of my attention.  It is so much easier when
 you realize that "things" are borrowed and not possessed.  They are on a
 temporary loan and once they have served their purpose they can be let 
go without pain or regret if we hold them as temporal and do not find 
our "value" in the possession of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Fall and Winter are shaping up to be busy times. We have at least three Stoic Workshops a month, possibly four depending on the number of applicants for the Introduction session, and we have the seasonal celebrations and various other activities to support the community.&amp;nbsp; Included on that calendar must be visits with family, etc.&amp;nbsp; My work also must take a good portion of that calendar in order to meet my clients' requirements and do my part in paying the bills and keeping the household afloat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think going through the re-evaluation process in August is crucial to me remaining focused and productive through the Fall/Winter period.&amp;nbsp; I am going to go through my home one room at a time, determine it's function/purpose and declutter and ensure that what is in that room helps the room to function, etc.&amp;nbsp; I will blog each room as I go through this purpose.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/GbqQVUN1sfw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3664077309579204152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/08/fine-tuning-signal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/3664077309579204152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/3664077309579204152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/GbqQVUN1sfw/fine-tuning-signal.html" title="Fine tuning the Signal" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/08/fine-tuning-signal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHSXYzfyp7ImA9WhJXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-8322926420670293433</id><published>2012-08-08T07:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-08T07:10:38.887-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-08T07:10:38.887-07:00</app:edited><title>No Pockets In A Shroud...</title><content type="html">One of today's readings in our "Words of the Ancient Wise" blog was the following:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;THOSE
 things that are his own, and in his own power, he himself takes order 
for that they be good : and as for those that happen unto him, he 
believes them to be so.  MARCUS AURELIUS. MEDITATIONS. Book iii. 4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My comment based on this reading was:&amp;nbsp; " &lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Instead of looking to the 
future, the acquisition of more, etc. let us look to that which we have 
now. Let's ensure that we are taking care of those things that are in 
our charge, i.e. our bodies, our family, our home, etc. We have enough 
in our lives to be stewards of without wishing for more and actively 
pursuing the acquisition of more. The one with the most toys at the end 
of the day most certainly is not the winner. I think the one with the 
ordered life, with well cared for loved ones, body and home is the 
absolute winner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;An ordered life, this is the proof of a Stoic's success.&amp;nbsp; Having honest relationships with family, closeness with spouses and children, friends like family, an ordered home in good repair, etc. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; An ordered life....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As illustrated in Steven Covey's famous analogy of the jar of rocks, we need to constantly be assessing our lives to be sure our "big rocks" are put into our life jar first.&amp;nbsp; We often get distracted and the big rocks can get left out in order to fit more of the gravel and sand in.&amp;nbsp; Let's take a step back and do some reassessing, ensuring that none of our big rocks are left out of our jar.&amp;nbsp; What things are the most important to us?&amp;nbsp; What time do we need to devote to these things?&amp;nbsp; What time do we have left, if any, to fit in the smaller rocks, gravel and sand?&amp;nbsp; Do we have the room to add water as well?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Our society tends to emphasize the pursuit of wealth and the trappings of wealth, toys, that this lifestyle can bring.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who has spent anytime pursuing these things knows that the emotional high that comes from these things is brief and extremely fleeting.&amp;nbsp; Often we are left with the toys as a reminder of how not to live our lives.&amp;nbsp; My father had a favourite saying when giving to charity or to people in need...&amp;nbsp; There are no pockets in a shroud... In other words when we leave this world we will take nothing with us... no money, no "toys", etc.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that we will leave behind is a legacy of love and memories and friendship.&amp;nbsp; These are the things that we should actively pursue and we often need to take the time to make some course corrections.&amp;nbsp; Like a sailing ship on a route, we often need to reassess and back track a little to ensure that the winds of life have not knocked us off of our course.&amp;nbsp; Our course is filled with the big rocks and yet we get bogged down in the sand bars amongst the gravel and minutiae of&amp;nbsp; living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;We tend to, especially in our modern day, lose sight of the big to medium rocks from time to time.&amp;nbsp; Our time becomes filled with social obligations, technology and busyness.&amp;nbsp; When we neglect the big rocks we begin to feel lost and empty.&amp;nbsp; Let's all of us take some time this August to do a personal inventory and ensure that we reorder our lives to allow for our big rocks first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;My big rocks are Self, Spouse, Children, Family and Close Friends.&amp;nbsp; The teaching of Stoic philosophy is also a big rock for me.&amp;nbsp; My home is a big rock as well.&amp;nbsp; Already this seems like a tall order and an insurmountable task.&amp;nbsp; I have found that time management programs and household management programs help me to ensure that I have the time to get the big rocks of my life taken care of.&amp;nbsp; If any of my readers are looking for tools to help them I would recommend the Getting Things Done system by David Allen and the FlyLady system (www.flylady.org) as effective tools to use on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;I am going to schedule time with my husband, Michel, to ensure that we have adjusted our routines and priorities to focus on our big rocks moving forward into the busyness of fall/winter.&amp;nbsp; Please feel free to message me if you are looking for any further info on tools, etc.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/gJB7JbNZbW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8322926420670293433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/08/no-pockets-in-shroud.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8322926420670293433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8322926420670293433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/gJB7JbNZbW8/no-pockets-in-shroud.html" title="No Pockets In A Shroud..." /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/08/no-pockets-in-shroud.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQnkzeSp7ImA9WhJREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-2719889911628066299</id><published>2012-07-12T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-12T06:54:23.781-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-12T06:54:23.781-07:00</app:edited><title>Can I Have a "Do Over"?</title><content type="html">So today is a rough day.&amp;nbsp; More car problems after having it break down while visiting my convalescing mother over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; We were delayed by a day, Michel missing a day of work, until we were able to get the car fixed.&amp;nbsp; Driving home last night, Michel saw the "check engine" light come on and stay on again. We were going to Oshawa this weekend but that has had to be cancelled due to the car "issues".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On one hand it will be good to stay home and get some much needed work done around the house (lawns, organizing, etc.), on the other it is hard to let people down and also not get the opportunity to see my Mum this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, as we say "it is what it is".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, some times it feels like we need to do a "do over" or "rewrite" of our life in order to be able to accomplish what is important to us.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, time to get back to paid work for the day.&amp;nbsp; Catch you for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Addendum due to the need to clarify my post above:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;When I talk about a "Do Over"
 I mean take a step back and do a reassessment of the road I am headed 
on right now... home owner, Empty-Nester, reduced income, health issues etc.  Seems 
like my life today is totally different to last year at this time.  Yet,
 I am still plodding on as if life is the same... just want to make sure
 that I consider all of my options and possibilities and don't feel that
 I am lock-stepped into just one way of living on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have priorities that we want to accomplish and I just want to make sure that we are living in such a way as our priorities don't have to take a back seat to day to day demands due to our "lifestyle" etc.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/XebqrlJ0zwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2719889911628066299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/07/can-i-have-do-over.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/2719889911628066299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/2719889911628066299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/XebqrlJ0zwQ/can-i-have-do-over.html" title="Can I Have a &quot;Do Over&quot;?" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/07/can-i-have-do-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFQXg8eSp7ImA9WhJTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-8210565079061682675</id><published>2012-06-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-29T05:23:30.671-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-29T05:23:30.671-07:00</app:edited><title>Hiding under a bushel</title><content type="html">The stoic reading for this morning was a passage from Epictetus where he quotes another teacher.&amp;nbsp; The gist of the passage, (&lt;a href="http://wordsoftheancientwise.blogspot.ca/2009/06/june-29.html?showComment=1340971495425#c1314904548843825875" target="_blank"&gt;click here to read it&lt;/a&gt;), was that we should not tell people we identify as a Stoic or follow Stoic philosophy.&amp;nbsp; The reasoning behind this was that when we mess up, as humans often do, the effectiveness of the philosophy will not be put into a bad light by our failure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, I wonder if this "policy" was the reason that this incredible way of living became unknown and fell into disuse, except for the parts of the philosophy that became part of the early Christian teachings and tradition?&amp;nbsp; Michel and I decided about two years ago that we would use the label of Stoic in the community.&amp;nbsp; People would ask us what we believed, what we used as a guidepost on the hazardous roadways of life and we began to answer Stoicism.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I, personally, believe that Stoicism has something for everyone.&amp;nbsp; Whether they choose to wear the label of a Stoic, or just take some of its teachings/practices into their own personal practice, people need to know that there is a rational alternative that can work with their own personal thoughts around belief and divinity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, in allowing ourselves to be known as teachers, Michel and I have opened our lives up for scrutiny and recrimination.&amp;nbsp; We continue to identify ourselves as students though, as we are students of Stoicism, and share the knowledge that we have learned with others.&amp;nbsp; We will always be students as the Stoic Sage is a goal that consists of an ever moving target as we continually strive to perfect and craft the life that we are living.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are crafting a life together, artists continually striving to sing the perfect aria, or create that perfect sculpture.&amp;nbsp; Our craft is the art of living and living well.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/_aqx16EGUfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8210565079061682675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/hiding-under-bushel.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8210565079061682675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8210565079061682675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/_aqx16EGUfs/hiding-under-bushel.html" title="Hiding under a bushel" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/hiding-under-bushel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGRXo4eyp7ImA9WhJTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-5322260573269435266</id><published>2012-06-28T06:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T07:57:04.433-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-28T07:57:04.433-07:00</app:edited><title>Back to Reality with a Bump</title><content type="html">Hard to believe that it has been almost a month since my last post, written almost on the eve of my daughter's wedding.&amp;nbsp; Well the wedding was beautiful and everyone celebrated&amp;nbsp; a "love that even time will lie down and be still for."&amp;nbsp; Here are some pictures from the blessed event -&lt;br /&gt;
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At the wedding my normally vibrant mother was in a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; She had been suffering with incredible pain in her right leg for a few weeks and had gone for blood tests, xrays, etc.&amp;nbsp; The weekend after the wedding her pain was so debilitating that she headed to emergency to find out some answers or at least get some relief for her pain.&amp;nbsp; Well after receiving bone scan results we discovered that she was suffering from the effects of Paget's Disease, a chronic bone disease.&amp;nbsp; The disease had effected her hip and she is now on complete bed rest for six weeks to see if that will help her hip heal.&amp;nbsp; If this is not effective in arresting the disease she will need to have her hip replaced.&amp;nbsp; Paget's is actually a fairly rare bone disease that seems to be genetically passed on.&amp;nbsp; We all have to get tested, my sisters and I especially, as we seem to be experiencing some symptoms of the disease in our own bodies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well for the past few days I had been feeling somewhat down, quite blue in fact.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday seemed to be the culmination of my blue feelings.&amp;nbsp; I felt like the weight of the world had landed on my chest and could just not shake my feelings.&amp;nbsp; I tried to figure out what particularly was bothering me...&amp;nbsp; I am a blessed person.&amp;nbsp; I have the most amazing husband and family that anyone could ask for.&amp;nbsp; I had a wonderful childhood and have sisters that I am blessed to be able to say are best friends.&amp;nbsp; I have amazing friends that I know would seriously contemplate giving up their life for me if the situation warranted it.&amp;nbsp; What could possibly be bothering me?&amp;nbsp; My mother is getting care that she needs and is slowly recuperating.&amp;nbsp; Even the looming Paget's diagnosis for myself was not seen as a bad thing as it would finally give me an answer to all of my various aches and loss of mobility in various bones, muscles, etc.&amp;nbsp; So just what was "wrong" with me?&lt;br /&gt;
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On our way out to visit a friend for his birthday celebration, I opened up to my husband, Michel.&amp;nbsp; I told him just how down I was feeling, etc.&amp;nbsp; I then proceeded to have a good cry.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a terrible Stoic, breaking down under the weight that I was feeling.&amp;nbsp; I then proceeded to think of things that I would like to change in my life...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My weight, lack of motivation, opportunities for musical expression, etc. and realized that I can certainly make my best efforts to mitigate the circumstances.&amp;nbsp; Even then all of the things that are important to me, most of these things are NOT in my control.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the societal pressure of success that was the underlying factor to my depression.&amp;nbsp; Success as society sees it is the Career (note the capital C) and the Lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; I am not successful in society's terms as I have no Career and cannot sustain the kind of Lifestyle that we are supposed to want in today's society.&amp;nbsp; I am a woman, aspiring Stoic, wife, mother, lover, friend, mentor to some, spiritual adviser to others.&amp;nbsp; All of these roles are WHO I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am living my life as a voyage, a voyage to wonder.&amp;nbsp; Like a sailboat there will need to be course corrections from time to time when the winds of society threaten to take me off of my course.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was a day of course evaluations and now to get back to some corrections to keep me steady as the wind blows.&amp;nbsp; Destination:&amp;nbsp; The second star to the right and straight on until morning!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/oNh9b0HLTSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5322260573269435266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/back-to-reality-with-bump.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5322260573269435266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/5322260573269435266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/oNh9b0HLTSo/back-to-reality-with-bump.html" title="Back to Reality with a Bump" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ocCtTUMFkM/T-xbQ3O-DnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gP5qXjTgy6s/s72-c/252735_10150951198120762_342745892_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/back-to-reality-with-bump.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGRHc9eSp7ImA9WhJTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-5299200982350016485</id><published>2012-06-18T08:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-18T08:15:25.961-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-18T08:15:25.961-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tired" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="illness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality" /><title>"Broken down at the side of the road"</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
I am feeling rather worn down lately, experiencing a lot of pain in my bones and joints and somewhat emotionally fragile.&amp;nbsp; My mother is going through a health crisis which has her in a hospital and unsure of what the prognosis is going to be.&amp;nbsp; At the moment she is unable to put any weight on her legs without being in excruciating pain.&amp;nbsp; We are hopeful that she will be able to gain her mobility back but it is by no means a certain thing.&amp;nbsp; There are implications due to her diagnosis that have impacted my health outlook and that of my immediate family members, sisters and children.&amp;nbsp; It appears that more than one of us might also be suffering the effects of this genetic illness, myself included.&lt;br /&gt;
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After 9 hours of travel over a 36 hour period, sleeping in a "strange" bed and a lot of walking through hospital hallways, I am feeling very tired and achy today.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully today will be the day that we get a better idea of what the prognosis is for my mother and whether she will fully recuperate or whether the disease has done too much damage and that life needs to adjust accordingly.&amp;nbsp; In this circumstance I must be patient with the cloud of unknowing...&amp;nbsp; unable to plan or act due to a lack of the details.&amp;nbsp; This is out of my control...&amp;nbsp; I must bow to the fact that I am not in control of this situation and must let it go until we have enough information to act upon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The implications to my own life from this information is not yet apparent.&amp;nbsp; I have to get tested and will then have to rationalize how the results of those tests impact our life, my husband and mine, moving forward.&amp;nbsp; Once again, determining what is in our control and what is not, and taking appropriate action based on those conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the moment I feel like a car that is broken down at the side of the road, out of gas and in need of repair.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, tomorrow will be a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well the wedding went off without a hitch, well one small mixup on the seating plans, but nothing that was even noticed by the majority of those in attendance.&amp;nbsp; Such a lovely wedding filled with poetry and a reading from Musonius Rufus on Marriage.&amp;nbsp; Rooms filled with family and friends who came to witness the beginning of a relationship and the expansion of our family unit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the crafting process begins again...&amp;nbsp; What do we wish our life to look like, what is priority, what matters?&amp;nbsp; All questions that we need to continue to answer as we craft a life together.&amp;nbsp; All the while focusing on virtue and fine tuning what matters.&amp;nbsp; We are now a couple living alone.&amp;nbsp; No echoes of children or teenagers sound through the house.&amp;nbsp; The birds have all flown from the nest.&amp;nbsp; What is our next adventure, what treasures lie just around the river bend?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/JM9ofTuRBMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4115313209752365510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/new-horizons-ahead.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/4115313209752365510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/4115313209752365510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/JM9ofTuRBMA/new-horizons-ahead.html" title="New Horizons ahead..." /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9GtJ91wjXo/T9Cnuez7pNI/AAAAAAAAALU/J8jpWyTaJ98/s72-c/Our+family+at+wedding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/06/new-horizons-ahead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQHs4eyp7ImA9WhVbFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-657023073486207213</id><published>2012-05-31T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-31T08:22:41.533-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-31T08:22:41.533-07:00</app:edited><title>On Weddings and Celebrations</title><content type="html">Today I am deeply involved in last minute preparations for my daughter's upcoming wedding.&amp;nbsp; Her wedding is going to be held at one of our local Unitarian Universalist congregations, filled with poetry, devotion, music and reason.&amp;nbsp; A decidedly spiritual service with a naturalistic humanist outlook.&amp;nbsp; I was sent the text of the service yesterday in order to facilitate the creation of wedding programs and I was struck with the beauty, sincerity and genuine spirituality that was found in the words of the bridal couples vows, readings and ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was overcome with a sense of awe at the unique and spiritual person my daughter has become since her early days of sitting on my knee.&amp;nbsp; She is a beautiful and vibrant woman who lights up a room whenever it is graced with her presence.&amp;nbsp; I am also blessed to say that she is one of my closest friends, a confidant and someone I can count on to cheer me when days seem bleak.&lt;br /&gt;
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From the start this wedding was meant to be something that expressed the bride and groom's loves and their sense of family and purpose.&amp;nbsp; Although we are working on a budget, an even smaller one than originally planned due to the unexpected lay off of my husband last October, we have paid attention to small details that should make the difference in making unity and family the focus of the upcoming nuptials.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am proud to be sending such an amazing woman off into the world to spread her wings!&amp;nbsp; All of my children are amazing individuals that I am happy to count as three of my best friends, the best being my husband, Michel.&amp;nbsp; How blessed am I in this life to have such wonderful people in it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/lvv-fVGweOU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/657023073486207213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/on-weddings-and-celebrations.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/657023073486207213?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/657023073486207213?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/lvv-fVGweOU/on-weddings-and-celebrations.html" title="On Weddings and Celebrations" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNodlbZRgs/T8d_mJbli3I/AAAAAAAAALI/mOpd7GNsE8I/s72-c/Lin+and+Josh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/on-weddings-and-celebrations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHR3s5eSp7ImA9WhVUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-8244134358340910043</id><published>2012-05-23T05:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T05:53:56.521-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T05:53:56.521-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Today's Stoic reading was a passage from Epictetus...&amp;nbsp; "&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;HE
 is free who lives as he likes; who is not subject either to compulsion,
 to restraint, or to violence; whose pursuits are unhindered, his 
desires successful, his aversions unincurred. Who, then, would wish to 
lead a wrong course of life? — "No one." Who would live deceived, prone 
to mistake, unjust, dissolute, discontented, dejected? — "No one." No 
wicked man, then, lives as he likes; therefore &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;neither
 is he free. And who would live in sorrow, fear, envy, pity; with 
disappointed desires, and incurred aversions? — "No one." Do we then 
find any of the wicked exempt from sorrow, fear, disappointed desires, 
incurred aversions?—"Not one." Consequently, then, not free. - &lt;br /&gt; EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book iv. §1, ¶1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My response to this passage was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;To live purposefully and with gratitude for all that we have in life.  Therein lies the path to true freedom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Freedom, such an interesting word which can mean so many different things to different people.&amp;nbsp; Freedom to worship in whatever manner we see fit and whatever deities we revere.&amp;nbsp; Freedom to get an education.&amp;nbsp; Freedom to live a purposeful life.&amp;nbsp; In our western industrial world we have so many freedoms that others in the world can only dream of having.&amp;nbsp; Not many of us are falsely imprisoned or held in abject poverty with no chance of escape through self-improvement, education or just good old fashioned hard work.&amp;nbsp; We live in a country that is full of possibilities if we are willing to take chances, step out of our comfort zones and work hard for a dream.&amp;nbsp; We are the lucky ones as the only things that hold us back from achieving our dreams are our decisions or lack of them.&amp;nbsp; We enslave ourselves with our inability to strive for more.&amp;nbsp; We enslave ourselves when we become chained down by debt or responsibilities that we did not think about the consequences of incurring at the moment that we signed the bottom line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;We can be free if we can reach forward towards our dreams.&amp;nbsp; We can be free if we practice the principle of gratitude on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; We may not live in a dream condo or a mansion in Rockcliffe Park but we have a roof over our head, a lawn to mow and&amp;nbsp; a comfortable bed to sleep in at night.&amp;nbsp; Gratitude for all the blessings that we have, that is the way to contentment.&amp;nbsp; To live each day with a purpose instead of aimlessly drifting through one moment to the next.&amp;nbsp; To walk forward with gratitude and purpose in every step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/KrQcPV79m2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8244134358340910043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/todays-stoic-reading-was-passage-from.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8244134358340910043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8244134358340910043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/KrQcPV79m2g/todays-stoic-reading-was-passage-from.html" title="" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/todays-stoic-reading-was-passage-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRXw-eip7ImA9WhVUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-8318667515733717217</id><published>2012-05-22T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T05:31:04.252-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-22T05:31:04.252-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">In my Stoic readings this morning I was struck with a passage from Epictetus' writings...&amp;nbsp; "THE man who is unrestrained, who hath all things in his power as he 
wills, is free; but he who may be restrained, or compelled, or hindered,
 or thrown into any condition against his will, is a slave. "And who is 
unrestrained?" — He that desires none of those things that belong to 
others. "And what are those things which belong to others?" — Those 
which are not in our own power, either to have or not to have. -  EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book iv. §1, ¶14."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my response to this passage I wrote...&amp;nbsp; "&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;When I set my sights on my 
"neighbour's stuff" I actually voluntarily give away my freedom. I am 
now constrained by my desire to have the thing that my neighbour has or 
to work towards acquiring an equivalent to what they have. I enslave my&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;self to the need to devote resources, time, ambition, etc. in the acquisition of said "prize".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 If I can be content with what I have and what the universe gives me, I 
can acquire freedom from the constant need to acquire new and better 
things, the plague of Affluenza that is infesting our planet on a daily 
basis.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; To be content with what I have, be thankful and mindful 
of the blessings in my life, to practice gratitude and be at peace, that
 should be my goal in this life. This goal is ever present and I need to
 be ever vigilant in my pursuit of this goal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Whether it be the
 pursuit of things or of someone else's "vision", "path" or "purpose", 
we lose sight of our own purpose when we try to conform our individual 
life to the shape of someone's lifestyle. We lose our own light when 
we attempt to live in another's shadow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;My last sentence struck me as exactly what happens in so many lives and in my own as well.&amp;nbsp; We dim our own individual lights, the gift that we are to the Universe, when we live in other people's shadows.&amp;nbsp; I think this process probably starts at an extremely young age.&amp;nbsp; The first time we see a sibling or relative that has a talent for something, or owns something, and we set our sights on having it.&amp;nbsp; We begin to warp our own identities, our own special individuality, into something that can "have" that quality or item that we have set our sights on desiring.&amp;nbsp; This continues through school and into high-school where the "peer pressure" becomes an almost palpable thing.&amp;nbsp; A festering monster that stalks the hallways of high-schools around the globe with its siren call to conformity and the "good life".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;The monster of conformity and comparison continues to plague us through our early adult life, the post secondary school choices, the career choices, the debt choices (often incurred to fuel our need for what others have), the purchases at the behest of the advertising machine.&amp;nbsp; We are slowly remade and warped into an image of what we desire.&amp;nbsp; We are plagued and beset by our desires in our lifestyle choices, often overworked, in debt and a prisoner to the Affluenza that infests our planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;People throughout the centuries have fought to combat conformity and this overwhelming grasping desire to have what others have and live the lives that others live.&amp;nbsp; These people have been a dim light in an otherwise dark world of whatifs and wants.&amp;nbsp; The small house movement, the minimalist movement, the 4 hour work week, etc. are all examples of modern day attempts to break away from the shadow of society.&amp;nbsp; These are movements that encourage living outside of the box of normality, to be modern day Thoreaus and retreat to our own personal Walden of debt-free, "stuff" free living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I know that I am going to personally examine my life to see what I am holding on to.&amp;nbsp; What in my life, whether it be ideals, "stuff" or the need to belong/conform, is causing my own Light to be extinguished... to find the purpose that I was born for.&amp;nbsp; To become a fully self-actualized ME and to let my light shine out like a lighthouse on a hill breaking forth through the darkness of society.&amp;nbsp; A beacon of hope for others who also seek to find a higher wattage for their own personal lights. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I will not allow myself to continue to extinguish my own light while living in the shadows of someonelse's idea of the "ideal life". &amp;nbsp; Perhaps by my own venturing forth I can be an example of how to shed some of the layers of darkness.&amp;nbsp; When I break forth and shine I can be an example of "how" to accomplish this for my fellow travelers in this life. &amp;nbsp; Stay tuned to this channel for more blogging and thoughts from a Stoic woman in pursuit of her own personal Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/1OeiWAuKS-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8318667515733717217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/in-my-stoic-readings-this-morning-i-was.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8318667515733717217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/8318667515733717217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/1OeiWAuKS-o/in-my-stoic-readings-this-morning-i-was.html" title="" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/05/in-my-stoic-readings-this-morning-i-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRXs-eyp7ImA9WhVTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-2917710351231748578</id><published>2012-02-25T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T06:31:04.553-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-25T06:31:04.553-08:00</app:edited><title>Be Strong and Courageous</title><content type="html">It has been quite awhile since I have written in this blog.&amp;nbsp; My apologies to anyone who may have been reading...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life has been slow lately.&amp;nbsp; We have been in a holding pattern almost waiting for life to move forward again.&amp;nbsp; Late afternoon Thursday, we found out that a move forward scheduled for next week is once again temporarily on hold.&amp;nbsp; I have been wrestling with how to handle this news.&amp;nbsp; Trying to be supportive to the person who is directly affected by this news and yet reeling from the effect that it has on my own life.&amp;nbsp; Even if I am only in the periphery of the effects.&amp;nbsp; I guess my challenge is to try to manage the unknown and the unsure landscape.&amp;nbsp; It is a real exercise in trust...&amp;nbsp; Trust in a Universe that seems so large and impersonal at times.&amp;nbsp; Can it be small enough to hear me?&amp;nbsp; That is the ageless endless question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am reminded of a beautiful soul-searching song written by an LDS (latterday Saint) singer, Mindy Gledhill, "Small Enough".&amp;nbsp; Here are the words (caveat:&amp;nbsp; written from a very Christian point of view):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, Great God, be small enough to hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;
There were times when I was crying from the dark of Daniel's den;&lt;br /&gt;
And I have asked you once or twice if You would part the sea again.&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight I do not need a fiery pillar in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
Just want to know you're gonna hold me if I start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh great God, be small enough to hear me now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh great God, be close enough to feel You now.&lt;br /&gt;
There have been moments when I could not face Goliath on my own.&lt;br /&gt;
And how could I forget we've march around our share of Jerichos.&lt;br /&gt;
But I will not be setting out a fleece for You tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
Just want to know that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, great God, be close enough to feel You now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All praise and all the honor be;&lt;br /&gt;
To the God of ancient mysteries.  &lt;br /&gt;
Whose every sign and wonder turn the pages of our history.&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight my heart is heavy,&lt;br /&gt;
And I cannot keep from whispering this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
Are You there?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I know You could leave writing on the wall that's just for me. &lt;br /&gt;
Or send wisdom while I'm sleeping, like in Solomon's sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't need the strength of Samson or a chariot in the end...&lt;br /&gt;
Just Want to know that You still know how many hairs are on my head.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, great God, be small enough to hear me now"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this&amp;nbsp; vast cosmos is there hope for the hopeless, rest for the restless?&amp;nbsp; I once thought I knew the answers to these questions.&amp;nbsp; I guess it is time to start asking again, time to find my answers again.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/KIXGN_LnaRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2917710351231748578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-strong-and-courageous.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/2917710351231748578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/2917710351231748578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/KIXGN_LnaRw/be-strong-and-courageous.html" title="Be Strong and Courageous" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-strong-and-courageous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBR3k_cCp7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-7832910906315651288</id><published>2012-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:14:16.748-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T09:14:16.748-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self worth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="illness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disability" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="challenges" /><title>Trials and Tribulations</title><content type="html">Today I am writing a "free form" blog post as it isn't based on our Stoic reading for the day.&amp;nbsp; A close friend of mine has been dealing with a chronic illness that she was diagnosed with last year.&amp;nbsp; She has become a voice for the chronically ill, writing a blog to help make people aware and to make people aware of symptoms and complications of the disease.&amp;nbsp; In taking on her role as "a voice of the chronically ill" some people see her as whining on Facebook, being a depressing read, etc.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, she has lost friends because of it.&amp;nbsp; People that she thought were close and good friends.&amp;nbsp; They don't want to hear about her struggles, challenges or illness on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; It makes them uncomfortable and they don't want to be reminded that life is not always comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I responded to her blog and wrote a somewhat naked response, talking about my own health issues and thanking her for speaking out and making it "okay" to not be "normal", making it okay to let people know what we are really struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a Stoic how does that effect how I deal with my "disability"?&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;*I was born with a congenital malformation of my right side.&amp;nbsp; It is a genetic defect which means I have no inner ear, canal, etc. and have only a bone piece and an ear lobe where my ear should be.&amp;nbsp; This has also caused my jaw to be malformed, etc. causing severe TMJ and painful headaches.&amp;nbsp; I am hearing impaired due to this deformity which I barely acknowledged until I hit my 30s.*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Being a Stoic has allowed me to acknowledge my challenges, allow myself my idiosyncrasies, realize that sometimes my hearing loss causes me to react differently, sometimes I read lips and body language to fill in the gaps of my understanding, a lot of the time this "filling in the gaps" causes misunderstandings and hurt feelings on my part.&amp;nbsp; Studying Stoicism has allowed me to recognize my universe is the way it is.&amp;nbsp; If I cannot hear someone I need to let them know, ask them to repeat themselves, rather than filling in the blanks and opening the door to the possibility of misunderstandings and injury.&amp;nbsp; It is okay that I want to craft a life with as little stress as possible.&amp;nbsp; To live according to nature is the primary Stoic principle and my nature is part of that principle.&amp;nbsp; To avoid loud, noisy environments, to ask people to repeat what I have not heard, to craft my life into a life that is beautiful for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We all need to face our reality and craft a life in which we flourish.&amp;nbsp; A life in which we put our individual gifts in the sunlight, out from the shadows of what we feel society wishes, and face the light of day with strength and courage.&amp;nbsp; Our "normal" doesn't have to be everyone else's "normal", to accept ourselves for who we are and allow ourselves to grow and shine.&amp;nbsp; LOVE ourselves, truly and deeply, as the gift to the Universe that we all are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In accepting ourselves fully we also need to accept others fully.&amp;nbsp; Nurture others and help them become the unique individual gifts to the Universe that we all are.&amp;nbsp; Nurture a community in which people can be themselves, giving them opportunities to grow in ways that are appropriate to their challenges in this life, a place of discipline with love and understanding.&amp;nbsp; I hope to create an Intentional Community in a world that is increasingly isolationist; ostracizing those who do not conform to the definition of "normal" that society at large has decided.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/u-Epn9B0QHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7832910906315651288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/trials-and-tribulations.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7832910906315651288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/7832910906315651288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/u-Epn9B0QHA/trials-and-tribulations.html" title="Trials and Tribulations" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/trials-and-tribulations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HR347fyp7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-1827792396843079380</id><published>2012-01-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:23:56.007-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T08:23:56.007-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gardening" /><title>Little is Needed</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff3db; color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Always remember that very little is needed for living a happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff3db; color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: right;"&gt;Marcus Aurelius'&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Meditations&lt;/i&gt;, book vii, sec. 67&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I read this quote this morning and was humbled. &amp;nbsp;My daughter is getting married early June and only yesterday I was figuring out all the things I want changed in my home before the visiting for the wedding begins. &amp;nbsp;I was going off the rails ready to make lists and sink down into madness and a scurry of activity for this one weekend. &amp;nbsp;Wow, this reminder above has put the brakes on that craziness. &amp;nbsp;Yes I have things that need to be done in our 1960's raised ranch bungalow but I can use discretion and weigh what is necessary against the need to impress others. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My kitchen needs some reorganization and repairs to make it function well. &amp;nbsp;The floor needs updating and the paint needs refreshing . &amp;nbsp;Our downstairs bathroom does need gutting due to some water damage but we can do that within budget and have a modest functioning bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Our bathroom upstairs need painting and new towel bars... trim needs to be finished in the living room from installing the laminate flooring and the laminate needs to be finished in the entry way closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;None of this list includes knocking down walls or&amp;nbsp;remodeling&amp;nbsp;the world in order to impress for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;More importantly I want to order seeds for the spring and plan my garden so that I will be harvesting our food and living closer to nature this summer. &amp;nbsp;It really is all about focus and priorities, realizing that enough is good enough. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/ZVRyqI_McXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1827792396843079380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-is-needed.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/1827792396843079380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/1827792396843079380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/ZVRyqI_McXE/little-is-needed.html" title="Little is Needed" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-is-needed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQAQ3o8eCp7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878618229613965613.post-1761487590021251925</id><published>2012-01-16T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:32:22.470-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T06:32:22.470-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="past" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future" /><title>Crafting our Future</title><content type="html">Today's "Words of the Ancient Wise" post was from Epictetus...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;This is education, to learn to wish that things should happen as they do. - Epictetus' Discourses, book i, chap, xii, sec. 15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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My personal response to this was: &amp;nbsp;"&lt;span style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;If we can learn to be content with what we have, to realize that life is what it must be, we will live a peaceful life. Every decision we have made has contributed to the present life that we are living. Rather than wishing to change the past and the present lets be conscious of our choices so that we craft our future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to craft my future... what a wonderful turn of phrase I have stumbled upon. &amp;nbsp;I am not just living, surviving the day to day... &amp;nbsp;I am crafting my future. &amp;nbsp;It fills me with a sense of wonder, awe and gleeful anticipation of what the future holds. &amp;nbsp;I am like Pocahontas, peeking with hope around the next river bend, seeking a glimpse into the near future to what treasures lie waiting for me to discover. &amp;nbsp;The present is a perfect result of my past and my decisions. &amp;nbsp;I need to rest peacefully with my present and look with anticipation at the future, crafting it with conscious choices and "right" living. &amp;nbsp;Sowing seeds that will mature into the type of crop I want in my life and yet leaving the results to the Universe knowing that I have sown with forethought and the best of intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
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What do I want for my future? &amp;nbsp;I want simple things... &amp;nbsp;I am going to sow simple seeds of love, thoughtfulness, kindness, self-control, healthy eating, moderation and look forward with anticipation for the simple yet beautiful flowers of my life that will unfurl from my mindful planting.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~4/24AAHFvZtxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1761487590021251925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafting-our-future.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/1761487590021251925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878618229613965613/posts/default/1761487590021251925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MusingsOfAStoicWoman/~3/24AAHFvZtxU/crafting-our-future.html" title="Crafting our Future" /><author><name>Pamela Daw</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/116125761258862311551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P7Hx2h2hZx8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzaijNRRLJ0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1" /><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD" /><feedburner:origLink>http://musingsofastoicwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafting-our-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
