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term="suffering is optional&#39;"/><category term="surpresa"/><category term="tao"/><category term="taoism"/><category term="taoismo"/><category term="taoista"/><category term="teachers"/><category term="terreiro"/><category term="the golden rule"/><category term="time"/><category term="tolerância"/><category term="too"/><category term="tragedy"/><category term="transformation"/><category term="transition"/><category term="trust"/><category term="try again"/><category term="uniqueness"/><category term="vegetarianism"/><category term="vida"/><category term="volunteer"/><category term="vulnerabilidade"/><category term="wave"/><category term="we are all connected"/><category term="we are one"/><category term="whys"/><category term="wings"/><category term="winston churchill"/><category term="world peace"/><category term="worry"/><category term="writer&#39;s workshop"/><category term="yogic philosophy"/><category term="árvore"/><title type='text'>Awakening</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-1590603178558065714</id><published>2012-12-14T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-14T14:28:49.088-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compassion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newton shooting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-violence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentient beings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="we are all connected"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="we are all one"/><title type='text'>We Are All Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbV_tUelMbcaSX86tMIRJdWFMKAigfp6uexd6vkgSDxgqjdDf37hTohpg-q0aSNk3CGtKk_Rcgli7cuQ_5ALHgZSdJcDR6Wynvv8g7_nWutc_Tf3f_t9_sWgtw_K0VCyOnvXaYwYEYgdbP/s1600/We+Are+All+Connected.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;258&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbV_tUelMbcaSX86tMIRJdWFMKAigfp6uexd6vkgSDxgqjdDf37hTohpg-q0aSNk3CGtKk_Rcgli7cuQ_5ALHgZSdJcDR6Wynvv8g7_nWutc_Tf3f_t9_sWgtw_K0VCyOnvXaYwYEYgdbP/s320/We+Are+All+Connected.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;May we reach the understanding that all 
sentient beings are connected, and that there will never be peace on 
Earth as long as even only one of us is still suffering.  May we keep in
 mind that we must not wish evil upon others as that is the same&lt;/span&gt; as wishing it upon ourselves.  May we realize that doing evil 
actions towards others will only result in that being realized in our 
own life.  May we all, as imperfect as we still are, be able to embrace 
compassion and non-violence, and lead more peaceful lives. May we 
realize that, in our deepest essence, we are love.  If each of us 
strive to take a step in this direction, little by little, unimaginable
 acts against life will stop happening. Because we are all connected -- so
 it can be no different. Sending warm, healing thoughts and prayers to 
all affected by today&#39;s tragedy, and to all who are suffering around the
 word.&amp;nbsp; ~ Namaste... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxc3n9LRXXcb9lE6hWP0AUuuZJ5jPoOJRGfB60uQJp2oBDLuS4DvsCbOOz-AYLgJ0K2KuKt17li7mNhKqnIZrAAYIQfKYwXqsfVUAxbZbcyJ0jtL-Gz-pWFjF26x1IIa-s39HQrgns77WO/s1600/Wild+Geese.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;246&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxc3n9LRXXcb9lE6hWP0AUuuZJ5jPoOJRGfB60uQJp2oBDLuS4DvsCbOOz-AYLgJ0K2KuKt17li7mNhKqnIZrAAYIQfKYwXqsfVUAxbZbcyJ0jtL-Gz-pWFjF26x1IIa-s39HQrgns77WO/s320/Wild+Geese.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&quot;You do not have to be good.&lt;br /&gt;
You do not have to walk on your knees&lt;br /&gt;
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.&lt;br /&gt;
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile the world goes on.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain&lt;br /&gt;
are moving across the landscapes,&lt;br /&gt;
over the prairies and the deep trees,&lt;br /&gt;
the mountains and the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,&lt;br /&gt;
are heading home again.&lt;br /&gt;
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,&lt;br /&gt;
the world offers itself to your imagination,&lt;br /&gt;
call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --&lt;br /&gt;
over and over announcing your place&lt;br /&gt;
in the family of things.&quot; ~ Mary Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Being in touch with this principle means celebrating the principle of birth, transformation, and rebirth, the nurturing and sustaining influence in the universe... Allowing ourselves to be sensitive, compassionate, nurturing, to keep an open connection to the heart chakra, and to the love that is our true essence. Keeping in mind that all of us, sentient beings, deserve to be treated with respect and dignity, every day of our lives. Namaste... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/4077882438227486169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/4077882438227486169?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/4077882438227486169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/4077882438227486169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2012/03/celebrating-feminine.html' title='Celebrating the Feminine'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3J0akTmN6kd9ORR2dwJiGN2OMwqapeL1S9UaeM4mYlh-iNijqAK0_3vPXnSbDskcyTBMLEK97AgqIdQ867zA0RhXL5OetHcBwMBVjG-yCAtO4CuQWqtXztSNICBSHYM0MDzZeKr5iM7O/s72-c/feminine+principle+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-3783120271729385449</id><published>2012-03-02T19:38:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T17:13:57.458-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindsight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="little girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love yourself"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-esteem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stronger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uniqueness"/><title type='text'>Letter to 16-year old me</title><content type='html'>Hey beauty, you are indeed beautiful. Please start believing it, and please, please, please, learn to love yourself. You are perfect just the way you are. And the only one in the world made just like this. God even gave you a twin so you&#39;d have a constant reminder of your uniqueness. Enjoy your time with your beloved great grandma -- she&#39;s about to go back home.&amp;nbsp; Truly cherish your moments together. There have been some real tough times thus far, I know, and I would be lying if I told you there won&#39;t be many more challenges ahead, but they will only make you stronger, and help you really value the happy times you will also experience. Your joy, inner child, and friendly smile are not going anywhere, no matter what you go through. Don&#39;t give up on yourself and your happiness, and remember: it&#39;s much closer than you think -- right there: within. You will grow wings, take flight, and make a living in a foreign country. There will be some major changes along the way, and some of them will shake things up quite a bit, but you will learn a lot through it all. Brace yourself, little girl. You are not alone. It will be all right, and it will all be worth it. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3783120271729385449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/3783120271729385449?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3783120271729385449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3783120271729385449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2012/03/letter-to-16-year-old-me.html' title='Letter to 16-year old me'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArDlErxTOfialnE_dsg5wCJd3WkkauFgNRGxZp9vNAFm5_xPIpLygI8t4TzvRK8fgvC9wEMD6b35Rxj5ajc8A8Un4UOyWNX089SJrTDfEa-6evBSvgMOalOCBlF998tZ7rPyWps7kViXL/s72-c/blogger-image--837394419.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-3735161779725450482</id><published>2012-01-29T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T17:30:53.678-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance of the infinite growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flexibility"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh set of eyes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humbleness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inner beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new beginning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new dawn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new outlook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new paths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wave"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whys"/><title type='text'>Dance of the Infinite Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkx424UV4-rQZ9WFJBTyOhpGEy7fC7dor3DdQ2Oe3jgMdI3Fd46p9NTMqnxYPNv2rqu4rHQ_mzFzZTz5LOxD5IIQXEcrhaDHts9gqg4hpihj3zJP6Zg_aZlQEkGw0i65md7k2Fawox6SY3/s1600/Amanhecer.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150px&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkx424UV4-rQZ9WFJBTyOhpGEy7fC7dor3DdQ2Oe3jgMdI3Fd46p9NTMqnxYPNv2rqu4rHQ_mzFzZTz5LOxD5IIQXEcrhaDHts9gqg4hpihj3zJP6Zg_aZlQEkGw0i65md7k2Fawox6SY3/s200/Amanhecer.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May each new dawn remind us of the beauty that can surround a new beginning... May each wave that forms in the sea remind us that life is in constant motion, and rock-solid truths tend to rob us the flexibility that allows us the dance of the infinite growth -- of discovering and rediscovering that which we thought we already knew, but as we also are&amp;nbsp;animals&amp;nbsp; in constant motion and growth, life gives us as a gift a new set of eyes each new moment so we can entertain a fresh new approach, allowing us to see new nuances, colors, looks, sounds in all that we seemed to already know by heart. Because lessons are filled with new pages when we allow ourselves to grow with them. When we allow ourselves the vulnerability of the child who is not ashamed of his many whys. When we are open to be as humble as feeling comfortable not knowing, or when we allow ourselves to be open to the beauty of not knowing through these new eyes, the eyes of today, the eyes of this new moment. When we open ourselves to this intense dance whose steps life allows us to learn and re-learn at each new moment, the songs are new, and bring us the certainty that even if we stumble in our own legs and trip in our long gown there will be a helping hand to help us get up and start over. Because life is, each step of the way, a new beginning. With each breath, a rebirth may take place. And each new lesson learned is an achievement towards the path that leads to God.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3735161779725450482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/3735161779725450482?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3735161779725450482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3735161779725450482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2012/01/dance-of-infinite-growth.html' title='Dance of the Infinite Growth'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkx424UV4-rQZ9WFJBTyOhpGEy7fC7dor3DdQ2Oe3jgMdI3Fd46p9NTMqnxYPNv2rqu4rHQ_mzFzZTz5LOxD5IIQXEcrhaDHts9gqg4hpihj3zJP6Zg_aZlQEkGw0i65md7k2Fawox6SY3/s72-c/Amanhecer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-7826742410643526446</id><published>2012-01-29T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T05:53:25.757-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agora"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amanhecer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aprendizado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="constante movimento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crescimento espiritual"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dança"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humildade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudanças"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recomeço"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vulnerabilidade"/><title type='text'>Dança do Crescer Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzJu8GldE_Tw1ZUTFhIs_dDZTvBktqvsUyZu6ffAqqP5nMZeTC4MxDe_cTjkUp6R900WiYbt41TjiAkURxLfLRvkvtrvyrgiXSbSt0VOk0DasBDSb1Yx8CZWBit3N0_c6E1VRhGTZDAop/s1600/dawn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzJu8GldE_Tw1ZUTFhIs_dDZTvBktqvsUyZu6ffAqqP5nMZeTC4MxDe_cTjkUp6R900WiYbt41TjiAkURxLfLRvkvtrvyrgiXSbSt0VOk0DasBDSb1Yx8CZWBit3N0_c6E1VRhGTZDAop/s320/dawn.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que cada novo amanhecer nos lembre da beleza de que se pode revestir um recomeço... Que cada onda que se forma no mar nos lembre de que a vida é ser em constante movimento, e que as certezas sólidas como rochas tendem a nos roubar a flexibilidade que permite a dança do crescer infinito, do descobrir e redescobrir aquilo que acreditávamos já saber, mas como também somos seres em constante movimento e crescimento, a vida nos dá de presente novos olhos a cada momento para que possamos ver com um novo olhar, nos permitindo perceber novas nuances, cores, aspectos, e sons em tudo o que parecíamos já saber de cor.&amp;nbsp; É que as lições se revestem de novas páginas quando nos permitimos crescer com elas.&amp;nbsp; Quando nos permitimos a vulnerabilidade da criança que não tem vergonha de seus tantos por quês. Quando nos abrimos à humildade do não saber, ou talvez, não saber ainda através destes novos olhos, olhos de hoje, deste novo momento.&amp;nbsp; Quando nos abrimos para esta intensa dança cujos passos a vida nos permite aprender e re-aprender a cada momento, as músicas são novas, e nos trazem a certeza de que mesmo se tropeçarmos em nossas próprias pernas e nos embolarmos em nosso longo vestido, haverá uma mão amiga para nos ajudar a levantar e recomeçar. Porque a vida é, a cada passo, um recomeço.&amp;nbsp; A cada respiração, um nascer de novo.&amp;nbsp; A cada novo aprendizado, uma conquista na direção do caminho que leva a Deus.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/7826742410643526446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/7826742410643526446?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/7826742410643526446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/7826742410643526446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2012/01/danca-do-crescer-infinito.html' title='Dança do Crescer Infinito'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzJu8GldE_Tw1ZUTFhIs_dDZTvBktqvsUyZu6ffAqqP5nMZeTC4MxDe_cTjkUp6R900WiYbt41TjiAkURxLfLRvkvtrvyrgiXSbSt0VOk0DasBDSb1Yx8CZWBit3N0_c6E1VRhGTZDAop/s72-c/dawn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-3133499842428273769</id><published>2012-01-25T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T17:28:11.776-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child star"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human beings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namaste"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="present moment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual progress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><title type='text'>The complex human animals we are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: whitesmoke; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Increasingly charming to me (and, to be honest, sometimes astonishing) is the vast array of colors of which is composed the complexity of the human being. Nothing, when it comes to the human animals that we are, is ever black-and-white. There is no one who is completely good, as there is no human being who is all evil. We are, instead, simply imperfect beings, taking wobbly steps towards perfection. Each one of us, walking in our own rhythm, dancing to our own tune, but all of us, invariably, progressing to a new reality, still just as multi-faceted as the current one but, with every day’s steps towards spiritual progress, more and more filled with the colors of inner peace, compassion, love for God, for ourselves, and for all that is around us, and much more filled with the colors of true happiness – the one born of the things that really matter. It is with these colors that I want to paint this new day which is now born - blank page, which stares at me, curious, and yet, completely open to take in all the colors I choose to dress it with. It is these colors that I allow to embrace my being... it is in these colors that I want to roll around, again filled with the pure innocence of the child... in order to be, at this present moment, better than I was able to be the instant before. Namaste... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/850437345664056060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/850437345664056060?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/850437345664056060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/850437345664056060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2012/01/cores.html' title='Toda a complexidade dos animais humanos que somos'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qZchuZ4xUKDOkmP7AZ1en-XYfWEn7rxdaiQ_05otOWMoEDf4wkuqsIBkdihTCi4DyeO75stE0jPr-IJTfZs8E0jz2kjuJ5jxaWIEhyphenhyphenXLlqkS4JIeJnBliVQEqxlOxzgpJJaaqFLqur8V/s72-c/blogger-image--599132202.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-6789871869175565409</id><published>2011-10-15T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T10:53:08.270-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blessings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cycles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing pains"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growth opportunities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="problems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teachers"/><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyteE_oZDuiwIDPjoqM9dJAhaJjE1gK0-xL1MNREK6fAbMhYl_ZpzMEO4KrvIB22DeOoZ8AHXo0JuuFs42e8OkA0orxKxPcJH_5XTRmE0K0Pg25PLYqMNYpc6pXWbZWPmtkZKKivPSqjg/s1600/LifeLessons1.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;158&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyteE_oZDuiwIDPjoqM9dJAhaJjE1gK0-xL1MNREK6fAbMhYl_ZpzMEO4KrvIB22DeOoZ8AHXo0JuuFs42e8OkA0orxKxPcJH_5XTRmE0K0Pg25PLYqMNYpc6pXWbZWPmtkZKKivPSqjg/s200/LifeLessons1.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess everyone has experienced those days when we bump into so many &lt;i&gt;opportunities for growth &lt;/i&gt;disguised as problems that we, recoiling from fear of dealing with the so-called &quot;growing pains&quot;, feel tempted to get back under the covers and go back to sleep, hoping to wake up to a brand-new day which may not be as filled with those usually painful opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just had a week filled with those days. &amp;nbsp;One after another. &amp;nbsp;Opportunity after opportunity for growth causing me to stop and think, &#39;&lt;i&gt;is this really happening?&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then, as I have trained myself to do, I would force myself out of the funk by focusing on all of the blessings my life is filled with, and trying to figure out the lesson contained in each of these stumbling blocks, in order to be able to turn them into stepping stones. &amp;nbsp;Not always an easy task, especially when what is happening causes tears to be shed, and brings much discomfort to the heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it can be done. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not gonna lie, I am glad this week is over. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m only human, after all, and though grateful for every opportunity for growth/challenge life presents me with, I am still much more fond of the times of bliss, and moments filled with laughter. &amp;nbsp;Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;
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After all that was said and done, I am glad I was able to speak my mind and open my heart to the people involved in the situations I saw myself facing these days. &amp;nbsp;I believe honesty is always the best approach. &amp;nbsp;I have to be careful with my honesty sometimes though as, once I&#39;m a Virgo, &amp;nbsp;I am not all that well versed in the art of diplomacy. &amp;nbsp;What we, Virgos, consider simple honesty most people feel are really harsh words, and I learned this the hard way when, as a child, I said something to an adult, and painfully watched this person cover her face and start crying. &amp;nbsp;That image got stuck in my mind. In my childish innocence, &amp;nbsp;I felt I was only being honest. &amp;nbsp;But that turned out to be the first lesson in, &lt;i&gt;&quot;words are like toothpaste... it&#39;s so very easy to squeeze it out of the tube... now, try putting it back into it&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And so I have been trying to learn this lesson, and I know sometimes I still say things I wish I hadn&#39;t, missing amazing opportunities to keep quiet, but I&#39;m glad to say the training as a yogi has brought me a peace of mind and serenity that were previously very deep asleep in my being, and I am grateful to say that nowadays I even get people telling me I&#39;m &quot;zen&quot;. Who&#39;d have thunk?&lt;br /&gt;
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A stormy week has passed, and some dear people I had been in touch with for not too long but who had already found a place in my heart, followed along on their path, which happens to steer away from mine. &amp;nbsp;As I write this, tears start to form in my eyes, which is nothing to be ashamed of, but then I am reminded that all cycles in life have a beginning and an end. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been watching cycles come to an end, and have been learning to accept that they do, and to be grateful for the wonderful opportunities to look within they present me with.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, with other people whom I was able to talk to and make peace with, the feeling is that after the storm our relationship has reached another level of proximity, our hearts are now closer and more open than ever to one another. &amp;nbsp;This realization puts a smile on my face, while reminding me to accept that some people come into your life for a season, while others come to stay for quite some time. &amp;nbsp;It just means our mission together on this existence is not yet over. &amp;nbsp;We still seem to have a lot to learn from each other, which I am very grateful for. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7ASF3O5UOAnxUK7PPx5NL-PKToQ0fP6PcKGd4vLYm35hljT17XlmTJUFYGgocRdOCnYcOGOde0YwgFfjwy5gThU2U8XfMHSGVRj8KB3VDUVIE0Or6vN6U5HgaGopWEgbQeJyqBGnSQtq/s1600/LifeLessons5.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;171&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7ASF3O5UOAnxUK7PPx5NL-PKToQ0fP6PcKGd4vLYm35hljT17XlmTJUFYGgocRdOCnYcOGOde0YwgFfjwy5gThU2U8XfMHSGVRj8KB3VDUVIE0Or6vN6U5HgaGopWEgbQeJyqBGnSQtq/s200/LifeLessons5.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is teachers&#39; appreciation day in Brazil and, as a languages and yoga teacher, &lt;i&gt;I love to be part of a profession where what is shared is never subtracted, but rather, multiplied. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, as not even teachers hold all the answers to all the questions, &lt;i&gt;I am learning, little by little, to allow life to be my teacher. &amp;nbsp; It is one of the greatest teachers the universe makes available to us. &amp;nbsp;We should not skip its classes, it could cost us a lifetime of learning and of growing as the immortal spirits that we are, taking baby-steps towards enlightenment - life after life, lesson after lesson... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Namaste... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6789871869175565409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/6789871869175565409?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6789871869175565409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6789871869175565409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyteE_oZDuiwIDPjoqM9dJAhaJjE1gK0-xL1MNREK6fAbMhYl_ZpzMEO4KrvIB22DeOoZ8AHXo0JuuFs42e8OkA0orxKxPcJH_5XTRmE0K0Pg25PLYqMNYpc6pXWbZWPmtkZKKivPSqjg/s72-c/LifeLessons1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-2067792892065893106</id><published>2011-09-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-13T15:22:21.400-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="answers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="know thyself"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="look within"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yoga"/><title type='text'>Looking Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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So much learning has been taking place lately. &amp;nbsp;So many new concepts, people, theories, techniques, books, experiences... it truly feels like a new life blossoming right before my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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Along with the new, as in every process of renewal, the need to deal with the disconnection from old concepts, beliefs, people who were once so very dear to me, and places that used to be an important part of my life for quite some time makes for a bittersweet process of growth, which inevitably brings with it familiar growing pains. &lt;br /&gt;
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But in the certainty that nothing ever happens by chance, and that everything is always where it should be, the need to keep on walking, and learning, and reading, and meditating, and staying positive and open to the new that has been entering my reality through every pore, every sight, every word, and every experience seems more important than ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Along with all the changes comes the gratitude for having had the chance to go through all that life has presented me with thus far, understanding that even the disconnection from what was once the known and comfortable reality is also an important lesson to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Having been reminded, over and over again, that knowing the lesson by heart does not mean we have learned it is something to also be grateful for. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Tests have presented themselves along the path, as if to check if I am really sure of what I want now. &amp;nbsp;Tempting opportunities are made available, chances which at other times I might have jumped at, but that now I find myself taking a step back to observe with clarity - because &lt;i&gt;when we are too close to something our vision tends to become blurry &lt;/i&gt;-, and that is when I remember that that which brings immediate gratification is not always what is good for us or for our spiritual growth in the long term.&lt;br /&gt;
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The brand-new reality has been giving me the opportunity to spend some quality time with myself - or, better yet, in the peaceful company of my sweet little kitty, Hannah... And I am once more reminded that &lt;i&gt;in order to really get to know oneself, it is necessary to embrace the silence and look within&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Also painfully reminded that &lt;i&gt;we must be strong when we choose to dive into this self-discovery journey, as we are not always going to like or be proud of what we come in contact with&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;However, &lt;i&gt;learning how to love ourselves in spite of and despite all that we are - light and shadow - is one of the biggest rewards from choosing to turn the focus inward&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Forgiving our past mistakes and learning from them - so as not to have to go through the same trials again - is so very rewarding, and makes the occasional pain present in the process of the self-discovery very much worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To &quot;know thyself&quot; - &amp;nbsp;as Socrates advised us to do -, is indeed essential. &amp;nbsp;Without knowing ourselves truly, how can we learn to love all that we are? &amp;nbsp;And without learning how to love all that we are, how are we supposed to learn how to love others, or how to practice love not only in the scenario of a one-on-one relationship, but also in a more ample, universal aspect, as when we learn how gratifying it is to fall in love with humanity?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;To start truly caring for those who are in a worse situation than we are? For those in need of prayers? For those whose name we may not know, but that we feel inclined to open our hearts to and send good vibrations towards?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have gratefully been having the opportunity to focus on what really matters, and to make peace with all that I have been, lived, done, and experienced up until this point. &amp;nbsp;I have even learned to make peace with the sometimes painful notion that I have not done enough. &lt;br /&gt;
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At this time of self-discovery and transition, I catch myself at the age of seventeen again: asking myself what I will be when I grow up. &amp;nbsp;I catch myself dreaming of becoming a teacher, a designer, a painter, a healer, a psychologist, a writer, an actress, a singer... All this aside from acting as a public speaker, and a medium... Hoping to do so many things, and yet there never seems to be enough time. &amp;nbsp;Then I am reminded by friendly spirit guides that &lt;i&gt;when God made time, he made enough of it&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;So I guess the challenge is learning how to become centered and focused enough to make choices, keeping in mind that nothing is ever permanent, and that if a choice happens not to be the one that seems to be the best one for the long term, &lt;i&gt;God does allow U-turns! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURca2ZJQPBp4AQsUDppg0OULCOC7hzi1cnAJ2QKYeR38jD5JG23rzEOalRIzLhHESl2h0c1TrM3ycLXLSaEHfIodiD-Yr0wmQi8ppdCYog3svHMWwrU1b1SJqbDSVyFHMhQ1KdX_sZeuW/s1600/1.+Blossoming+Lotus.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;156&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURca2ZJQPBp4AQsUDppg0OULCOC7hzi1cnAJ2QKYeR38jD5JG23rzEOalRIzLhHESl2h0c1TrM3ycLXLSaEHfIodiD-Yr0wmQi8ppdCYog3svHMWwrU1b1SJqbDSVyFHMhQ1KdX_sZeuW/s200/1.+Blossoming+Lotus.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of all, hoping to make a difference in the world is what brings about the most inspiration. &amp;nbsp;Hoping to help all of those whose path I may be able to cross, and to remind all to look within, and to be reminded that in that sacred space which is so very accessible to all of us is where all the answers are. &amp;nbsp;In this process, to remind everyone - and myself as well - that in the silence of our own meditations, yoga practice, prayer, or any other enlightening practice that helps us to connect with our essence, is where we find ourselves. Our true self. &amp;nbsp;And with it, as a bonus, all - or at least many of - the answers we have been seeking. &amp;nbsp;So that we can fully be.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the beautiful and inspiring words of Anaïs Nin: &quot;There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s to our blossoming...&lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste... &amp;nbsp;:]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2067792892065893106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/2067792892065893106?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/2067792892065893106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/2067792892065893106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-within.html' title='Looking Within...'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MnSYuZhRDp2v3-e6kl_Tb-cVQiKdii4pKJdvgJuFwofOXveMqPK-0qCYbsYGeQ30hVnAcNKWQwptQcJqOQGEWZP-SU1DxIe8xIcX9ieCK3jSVt3I-63UhSlwdXbSFZrA1oLsrgt98t5o/s72-c/BeautifulNature.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-8287596295070589766</id><published>2011-08-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T17:34:24.515-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agree to disagree"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ahimsa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brazilian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compassion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dalai lama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="do unto others"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-violence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the golden rule"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vegetarianism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yogic philosophy"/><title type='text'>Agreeing to Disagree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTT1sqIs78wsL9-ylc-o0uS3pRAfAlk8tBaEhrMLpLT1VTBgfCZXWEzLPOCw9LFQkRJ3DZ69akW8YZDtwsF2X7kF-gZl0D2VETPYdv-ZMTgNMX9m6BDe2qBjeRbUpckynNV7V1nsdkFPGt/s1600/peaceful+2.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTT1sqIs78wsL9-ylc-o0uS3pRAfAlk8tBaEhrMLpLT1VTBgfCZXWEzLPOCw9LFQkRJ3DZ69akW8YZDtwsF2X7kF-gZl0D2VETPYdv-ZMTgNMX9m6BDe2qBjeRbUpckynNV7V1nsdkFPGt/s200/peaceful+2.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn&#39;t it wonderful when human beings, the only sentient beings on this planet capable of making use of a rational brain combined with the ability to express their feelings and thoughts in words, take the time to speak to each other about what they are feeling and thinking? Their opinions might be different, but just by taking the time to listen to each other and to themselves as they speak and allow the other to speak, there is an opportunity for growth involved in this process. &lt;i&gt;&quot;Honest disagreement is often a good sign of progress&quot;&lt;/i&gt;, as Gandhi said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Can you imagine how boring this world would be if we all thought exactly the same way, had the same opinions about everything, and agreed on every single subject? It is a sign of spiritual development to understand and accept that each person is entitled to their own point of view. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;We are not here to try and convince anyone of anything. &amp;nbsp;I may answer someone&#39;s question about why I choose not to eat meat, and explain my many reasons not to do it, and the person may not agree with my reasons, but it is still my choice, and I am not trying to convince anyone to become an adept of vegetarianism unless they can see meaning in what I am saying and are interested in hearing more. &amp;nbsp;If they think it is nonsense, it is their right to think so. &amp;nbsp;We are simply vibrating at different frequencies, and it is important to remember that we are each at a different level on the spiritual evolution scale, morally and&amp;nbsp;intellectually&amp;nbsp;speaking. &amp;nbsp;And as such, we will most likely have different opinions about various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;
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A good discussion of minds who hold different beliefs is usually a good opportunity to put ourselves in the humble position of students, reminding ourselves that we are indeed eternal students -- the best way to approach life if we are to continue learning with every single event that we are presented with. &amp;nbsp;Once you believe you know everything, you stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have an insatiable hunger for&amp;nbsp;knowledge, which is not to be confused with wisdom. &amp;nbsp; A person may know a lot, and keep that knowledge in some compartment of their brain that seems to be behind a door where it is written: &quot;&lt;i&gt;no way out&lt;/i&gt;&quot;. &amp;nbsp;So everything only goes in, but when it is time to take that knowledge and put it to work on their daily lives so as to have it transformed into wisdom, they are not able or willing to do it. &amp;nbsp;So what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What is the point of studying highly inspiring texts if when faced with situations that are less than perfect, as we are less than perfect beings, we are not able to put what we have been studying into actions? If we are not able to figure out how to establish a dialogue with people whose opinions differ from our own, how are we supposed to learn how to get along with fellow human beings on this planet? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;We may have different opinions and different ways to see life and do our work, but we can still look into each other&#39;s eyes and feel compassion for someone else who is out there just trying to figure out this whole &quot;living life&quot; business, just as we are. &lt;br /&gt;
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There is no acceptable excuse to treat someone in a &amp;nbsp;disrespectful, unloving, or non-compassionate way, only because they do not agree with our opinions. &amp;nbsp;I met a person at the beach once who, upon finding out I did not share his religious views, spent the next hour trying to convince me of his faith. &amp;nbsp;The point is, it was &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; faith, not mine. &amp;nbsp;I have different beliefs. &amp;nbsp;However, I saw the good intention in his trying to convince me, and simply listened. &amp;nbsp;Others might have gotten angry, engaged in a heated discussion, and even tried to convince him of their own beliefs. &amp;nbsp;I guess I should be grateful I come from a country where you learn from a tender age that when it comes to the subjects of religion, politics, and soccer one should never get into an argument with another (Brazilians tend to be extremely passionate about soccer - I am probably one of the few exceptions to that rule).&lt;i&gt; There are sometimes deep-rooted beliefs people feel so very passionate about, it would only bring about resentment and bad feelings trying to engage in a discussion about those issues. &amp;nbsp;And as a yogi, I have learned that the best argument is one you do not get involved in. &amp;nbsp;I am speaking here of an argument, which is very different from an intelligent philosophical discussion where two people defend their points of view not necessarily with the intent of convincing the other to change their opinion, but rather to explore our capability to express our ideas, and to - who knows? - open our horizons by listening to other ways of thinking. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In yogic philosophy there is a concept called &lt;/i&gt;ahimsa&lt;i&gt;, which is the&amp;nbsp;Sanskrit word for&amp;nbsp;non-violence. &amp;nbsp;I strive to follow that principle in my daily life - in my thoughts, words, and actions. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;That is one of the reasons why I do not eat meat. &amp;nbsp;Even though I grew up eating a lot of meat and really enjoyed it, as I became more conscious, I realized I did not want to take part in the killing or suffering of another sentient being in order to nourish my body. &amp;nbsp;So I stopped. &amp;nbsp;Not easy for a Brazilian, but as everything else,&lt;i&gt; you can do anything you set your mind to. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;And still in practicing &lt;/i&gt;ahimsa&lt;i&gt;, in my relationships with others I try to let the golden rule,&lt;/i&gt;&quot;Do unto others as you would have them do unto you&quot;&lt;i&gt; guide my thoughts, words, and actions. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I figure if I would like my views to be respected, if I would like to be treated with compassion and consideration, I should extend the same treatment to others as well. We are all in search of happiness. &amp;nbsp;Practicing compassion is one of the paths to achieving it. In the words of the Dalai Lama, &lt;i&gt;&quot;If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. &amp;nbsp;If you want to be happy, practice compassion&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yC6SoAEzYO9stbBRe-EWSX2QGMvXyNoCtRPf40clVM88f1Zmccc2U4d6pSes2jvljy90vigHDb5ZsfyesfdBXejaADDr07dsyHnvrbQ4gE9SdJpeBfPpQSZ_Qu29nzRB_wfAxY9z074b/s1600/Flor-de-lotus.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yC6SoAEzYO9stbBRe-EWSX2QGMvXyNoCtRPf40clVM88f1Zmccc2U4d6pSes2jvljy90vigHDb5ZsfyesfdBXejaADDr07dsyHnvrbQ4gE9SdJpeBfPpQSZ_Qu29nzRB_wfAxY9z074b/s200/Flor-de-lotus.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can practice compassion when understanding others are entitled to their own opinions, when choosing how to nourish our bodies, when choosing our thoughts carefully so they will not be harmful to us and will not contribute to create a reality which is not our ideal, when choosing our words carefully so as not to hurt others, when choosing to live in harmony with all that surrounds us... &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;By striving to live this way, we are contributing not only to our own happiness, but to the happiness of those around us. &amp;nbsp;And better than being happy alone is being happy in the company of other happy souls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/8287596295070589766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/8287596295070589766?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/8287596295070589766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/8287596295070589766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/08/agreeing-to-disagree.html' title='Agreeing to Disagree'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTT1sqIs78wsL9-ylc-o0uS3pRAfAlk8tBaEhrMLpLT1VTBgfCZXWEzLPOCw9LFQkRJ3DZ69akW8YZDtwsF2X7kF-gZl0D2VETPYdv-ZMTgNMX9m6BDe2qBjeRbUpckynNV7V1nsdkFPGt/s72-c/peaceful+2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-6282571339155946991</id><published>2011-08-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:52:03.056-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aceitação"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diferenças"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harmonia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namastê"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natureza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paciência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tolerância"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="árvore"/><title type='text'>Harmonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAfaPMPp6qY_sHgEtCEsu1sotZGnChzkTnI-G3IXni93aa3liMK3rFg7SgaTVpBzF2n9dxKRttH53myQAjjCV5hHG54lC62UVqT9h3HIaxEGxJ9LOrk4RrMM4TXzEiglZVls83GmzuUsO/s1600/Harmony.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAfaPMPp6qY_sHgEtCEsu1sotZGnChzkTnI-G3IXni93aa3liMK3rFg7SgaTVpBzF2n9dxKRttH53myQAjjCV5hHG54lC62UVqT9h3HIaxEGxJ9LOrk4RrMM4TXzEiglZVls83GmzuUsO/s200/Harmony.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenho a alegria de poder admirar a beleza pura e tranqüila da natureza do meu local de estudo e trabalho atual... Admiro esta árvore em todos os momentos em que me sento para escrever, refletir, estudar... e vejo pássaros de diferentes espécies pousando na mesma. &amp;nbsp;Eles vêm, dividem harmoniosamente seus galhos...sem briga, sem confusão. &amp;nbsp;Há ainda o eventual esquilinho que sobe pelo tronco e também se junta a esta festa de diferenças harmoniosas. &amp;nbsp;São de espécies diferentes, cada um canta seu canto, cada um fala sua língua. &amp;nbsp;Nem por isso há brigas. &amp;nbsp;As diferenças entre eles não são motivo para se repelirem ou se desrespeitarem... convivem pacificamente com seus companheiros de habitat. &amp;nbsp;Respeitam-se mutuamente, mesmo que, em falando línguas diversas, talvez nem sempre se entendam. &amp;nbsp;Não se incomodam com isso. &amp;nbsp;Percebem-se todos parte desta maravilha que é a vida em que estamos todos inseridos. &amp;nbsp;Entendem-se como parte especial integrante de um todo, todos carregando em si uma partícula de vida divina, uma vez que foram todos criados pelo mesmo princípio de Amor. &amp;nbsp;Sempre que observo esta harmonia natural, desejo do fundo do meu coração que aprendamos a prestar mais atenção nas lições de amor e sabedoria que a natureza nos ensina, e que aprendamos, nós, que somos tidos como os animais racionais deste planeta, a praticar o amor, a tolerância, a paciência, e a aceitação entre nós mesmos, para com nós mesmos, e para com tudo aquilo que nos cerca. &amp;nbsp;Para que haja no mundo lá fora e no mundo interno de cada um de nós a mesma harmonia que tenho a alegria de observar do lado de fora da minha janela...&lt;br /&gt;
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Namastê... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6282571339155946991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/6282571339155946991?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6282571339155946991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6282571339155946991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/08/harmonia.html' title='Harmonia'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAfaPMPp6qY_sHgEtCEsu1sotZGnChzkTnI-G3IXni93aa3liMK3rFg7SgaTVpBzF2n9dxKRttH53myQAjjCV5hHG54lC62UVqT9h3HIaxEGxJ9LOrk4RrMM4TXzEiglZVls83GmzuUsO/s72-c/Harmony.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-6860607896338798300</id><published>2011-08-08T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-23T17:55:08.640-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&#39;pain is inevitable"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&#39;this"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chronological time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="despair"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immortal spirit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namaste"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shall pass&#39;"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suffering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suffering is optional&#39;"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="too"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tough times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trouble"/><title type='text'>Pain: Inevitable. Suffering: Optional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Most of us suffer and feel despair when going through times of trouble. &amp;nbsp;At these times, it is as if our eyes become powerful microscopes, and we see our challenges in a size that seems bigger than ourselves, usually so big that we are certain we will not be able to handle whatever it is the universe is presenting us with. &amp;nbsp;It takes a lot of balance in order to stay connected to our inner center of peace and wisdom when we are feeling pain, be it physical due to an ailment, or emotional, due to the departure of a loved one or for any other reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a common notion that when we are having fun, time flies... however, when we are suffering, a minute feels like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we were to stop for a minute at times of trouble, and remember that we are - independent from what our&amp;nbsp;chronological&amp;nbsp;age at this time may be - immortal spiritual beings that could be hundreds of thousands of years old, we would be able to perceive life events from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What seems to us like a really long time when we are going through trouble and hardship &lt;/i&gt;- time understood here as chronological time, which was invented by human beings in order to be able to stay organized in the universe -&lt;i&gt;, is nothing but a fraction of seconds in our&amp;nbsp;unimaginably&amp;nbsp;long spiritual existence, in which each challenge that comes our way can either be taken as a time to suffer, or as a lesson from the universe which we choose to learn from, in order to avoid having to go through it again - and the way we choose to deal with these situations is nothing more than that: a choice. &amp;nbsp;Our choice. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;As the saying goes, &quot;pain is inevitable; suffering is optional&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It all boils down to how we choose to live life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lots of people complain about their present situation, put themselves in a victim position - which is a very unfortunate place to be, because when you are a victim, you are devoid of your own power -, and feel like they can do nothing to change their situation. Situations can almost always be changed if we decide to do something about them. &amp;nbsp;And in those occasions when a situation cannot possibly be changed, at least not at this time, we can always choose to change the way we perceive them - look for the bright side, the silver lining existent in every cloud. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;As Dr. Wayne Dyer states, &lt;i&gt;&quot;when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change&quot;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;A letter written by someone who was going through the aftermath of the earthquake in Japan comes to mind: she described how the survivors, while trying to deal with the chaos of what was left, were coming together to help one another. &amp;nbsp;She mentioned coming back to her nearly destroyed home to find that someone had left some food and water at the door. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She was deeply touched by how, at times of such hardship, people were coming back to what really matters: caring for and helping one another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then there are those times when we are in an uncomfortable or unpleasant situation, but somewhat taken by inertia to do something about it to make it better, even though bringing about change would be somewhat easy to do. &amp;nbsp;But somehow we have managed to become comfortable in the uncomfortableness of it all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;There was once a man who went to visit a wise friend of his, and the friend had a dog. &amp;nbsp;The two men were visiting, as the dog sat at a corner of the room. &amp;nbsp;Every once in a while the dog would let out a cry, and the visitor, after this had happened a few times, asked his friend if he was not going to go check on the dog to see what was wrong, to what the wise man responded, &#39;I know what&#39;s wrong: he&#39;s sitting on a nail. &amp;nbsp;When it becomes uncomfortable enough, he&#39;ll get up from it and stop crying&#39;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how much in balance we may be, sometimes we are hit by news or events that seem to affect us harshly. &amp;nbsp;So is life on this planet: &amp;nbsp;ups and downs. &amp;nbsp;We have to learn how to deal with the &#39;downs&#39; of life so as to appreciate the &#39;ups&#39;, and make sure that we spend less and less time at the &#39;downs&#39; each time we find ourselves not well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;At times of sadness and despair, it may be helpful to visualize or if possible, to observe the ocean. &amp;nbsp;Not only it is a humbling image to see that immense body of water, and that sight may help put things in perspective, but also the constant movement of the waves - coming and going in an untiring motion, may help remind us that everything that comes into our lives has to one day follow its path, and that is true for everything -- good things and bad things. &amp;nbsp;Just like the waves in the sea. Remembering we are immortal spiritual beings going through what we must go through in order to progress in the ladder of spiritual advancement we must climb also helps us to feel gratitude for all that comes our way, as opposed to rebelling against it, or falling into the trap of feeling like a victim -- the worst position one could possibly choose to occupy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course it helps to keep in mind the wisest of all teachings, valid for all situations in life -- always, good and bad --, which is:&lt;i&gt; &quot;This, too, shall pass&quot;. &amp;nbsp;It will. &amp;nbsp;Just take a deep breath and believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6860607896338798300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/6860607896338798300?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6860607896338798300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/6860607896338798300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/08/pain-inevitable-suffering-optional.html' title='Pain: Inevitable. Suffering: Optional.'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU75G60ekNfCTI5Hi_poiDRv-FDwJWIPDS_XD1yEJnXI1SQQPAvTTFZj9VtcHE0S9py8e_Rn_JpVEptklcJvHyAqGNnmdTyC9FNy9V-BDb9xO6RRJ2CkOzCMCSplzrLCmQW2u96G97KJDY/s72-c/Hope+2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-2838766844225016374</id><published>2011-08-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:46:24.367-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="greeting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namaste"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="we are one"/><title type='text'>NAMASTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4XpfckWXrQNiKEVtgwYBaL3tbXKayLRUk-odHQIsSPFOTSrDXc6BysnE34F7SDP3NMRSMP8lfRt1-Dg6vlrQwbaoHnmKnPOABj62__jYSnwYSy6XjTkdAgNTBW6c5LQoJODeRHfC9GKZ/s1600/Namaste+2.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4XpfckWXrQNiKEVtgwYBaL3tbXKayLRUk-odHQIsSPFOTSrDXc6BysnE34F7SDP3NMRSMP8lfRt1-Dg6vlrQwbaoHnmKnPOABj62__jYSnwYSy6XjTkdAgNTBW6c5LQoJODeRHfC9GKZ/s200/Namaste+2.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I honor the place in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Where the entire universe resides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I honor the place in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;of love, of light, of truth, of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I honor the place in you where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If you are in that place in you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am in that place in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;There is only one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Namaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2838766844225016374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/2838766844225016374?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/2838766844225016374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/2838766844225016374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/08/namaste.html' title='NAMASTE'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4XpfckWXrQNiKEVtgwYBaL3tbXKayLRUk-odHQIsSPFOTSrDXc6BysnE34F7SDP3NMRSMP8lfRt1-Dg6vlrQwbaoHnmKnPOABj62__jYSnwYSy6XjTkdAgNTBW6c5LQoJODeRHfC9GKZ/s72-c/Namaste+2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-8530085406205901321</id><published>2011-07-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:47:47.442-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buddha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><title type='text'>Religare [English Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKtufQ55G9XqAlJPYTQ3mN88KAc_oUN7E0uBdyqE6cBQXYpN4OutP6mbFjUx7LOJHPR8G8Fcwyi5Fhhir-aG5oj-Q8oOX8zvpYDD8i3D7qXx7f8XPdkcXANec3XUnYZnab_Pumy7SIXRc/s1600/religioes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKtufQ55G9XqAlJPYTQ3mN88KAc_oUN7E0uBdyqE6cBQXYpN4OutP6mbFjUx7LOJHPR8G8Fcwyi5Fhhir-aG5oj-Q8oOX8zvpYDD8i3D7qXx7f8XPdkcXANec3XUnYZnab_Pumy7SIXRc/s200/religioes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;188&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The word religion comes from the Latin &lt;i&gt;religare&lt;/i&gt;, i.e., to reconnect with the divine, the sacred. &amp;nbsp;Man has in his own inner nature the deep desire to restore this connection. &lt;br /&gt;
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More important than which religion we choose to practice (if one chooses to practice a religion, that is), or by what name one chooses to call God, or if we choose to attend church, a temple, a synagogue, or a spiritist center, what really matters&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;is being in tune with the divine laws of the universe in our daily lives.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Your religion is what you do when the sermon is over&quot;,&lt;/i&gt; as H. Jackson Brown, Jr. stated. &amp;nbsp;That is, &lt;i&gt;what truly matters is one&#39;s integrity and good moral values, the goodness of one&#39;s heart, how inclined you are to practice charity and to do good, to feel compassion for yourself and others, and last but not least, how you behave when you believe no one is watching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are people who do not attend a temple, do not bind to any organized religion&lt;i&gt; per se&lt;/i&gt;, and yet live a life of resignation, charity, love of neighbor - a life that could almost be considered the life of a missionary. &amp;nbsp;There are, however, others who consider themselves to be extremely religious, but when they believe no one is watching, they do the unthinkable, or who may know by heart the scriptures or any religious text they follow and consider sacred, without, however, practicing what they read and study on their day-to-day lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only is it important to live according to what we believe in in order to feel in tune with our inner nature, but it would be interesting, as well, to remember that our actions not only influence our own reality, but also change the world around us. &amp;nbsp;Even if we imagine ourselves without any influence on others, we all have, without exception, a circle of influence, however small. &amp;nbsp;How wonderful would it be if our lives could be an example to be followed? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Imagine living a life that leaves behind good memories of kindness, charity, and love of neighbor, each step of the way. &amp;nbsp;All of us can do good even though we may not know exactly how to change the world for the better. &amp;nbsp;It is by taking the smallest opportunities to help the people closest to us, by making ourselves available to those in need, or even by offering a smile to a stranger, that we are, as Gandhi put it, being &quot;the change we wish to see in the world&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, &lt;i&gt;less important than the fact that you believe or belong to any organized religion is the purity of the love that you bring in your heart. &amp;nbsp;What really counts is the good you do in your day-to-day, where the battles that allow us to grow as immortal spiritual beings that we are take place.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;In the church, the temple, the synagogue, or any other place of worship, it is usually easier to be nice to others. &amp;nbsp;At work, at home, among friends, with people who seem difficult to deal with - that is when problems often occur, and we tend to feel like we are straying from our center of inner balance. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The disagreements, challenges, suffering, the times of trouble, the moments when we feel alone in the world - instances that show up on our daily lives that serve as an invitation from the universe to really experience our faith... these are the times when our deep desire to reconnect with our divine essence - to practice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&quot;religare&quot;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- becomes important.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;It is at these times that we are able to realize how big our spirit really is, it is at these times that we have the opportunity to prove to ourselves and to the universe if we are able to overcome the difficulties in life with the true, deep understanding that everything that is presented to us during this existence is necessary for our spiritual progress, or if maybe, at these times of trouble, we choose instead to complain and accuse God of having forgotten about us. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Each human being who inhabits this Earth with us at this time and who comes across our path brings with him/her an opportunity for our own growth, learning, exchange of life experiences, and ultimately a chance for us to practice love at the purest sense of the word - fraternal love. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It may be time for us to remember to love more and criticize less; act more, complain less; understand what happens within us and around us; take some time off from the TV sets and the computer screens, as well as the cell phones, and give more attention to our families, to the child who just wants us to hear how his day at school was; to the wife who waited all day for some precious moments with her family or with her husband; to the pet who is filled with excitement when we come home at the end of the day; and even to &lt;i&gt;dedicate some quality time to ourselves, be it through meditation, taking a walk at the beach, or spending some time doing something we really love to do that makes us happy and is good for us.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It is essential that we get back to relating to our essence, through trying to get to know ourselves better, be it with the help of meditation, by carefully going over and analyzing our acts at the end of the day, by seeking to be better human beings each day we are given the opportunity to be alive and to have the free will to choose how we are going to act in this world, each step of the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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According to the Dalai Lama, choosing a religion is so particular to each individual, that if there are seven billion people in the world, there should also be seven billion religions to choose from, so that every single person would be 100% satisfied with their choice. &amp;nbsp;As that is not the case, most people just try and adapt to that one which is closer to that which they believe in, that is, if and when the deep desire to put &lt;i&gt;&quot;religare&quot; &lt;/i&gt;into practice comes up in a person&#39;s life. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Reconnecting with our divine essence should be a practice that brings us closer to the other living beings in the universe, not farther from them, or from ourselves. &amp;nbsp;Therefore, it should not be something that brings about feelings of superiority or creates unnecessary differences amongst us. &amp;nbsp;The world would be pretty boring if we were all the same. &amp;nbsp;And even if someone&#39;s beliefs or practices do not make much sense to us, we should always respect other people&#39;s points of view and beliefs, the same way as we wish to be respected. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There was once a man who went to his deceased&#39;s wife tomb and brought her flowers every time. &amp;nbsp;At the same time, another man brought some fruit to the tomb of his deceased wife. &amp;nbsp;The tombs were side by side, so they always observed each other, each with their own offerings. This went on for some time, until one day the guy who brought flowers asked the guy who brought fruit: &#39;What&#39;s up with that? Do you really think she is going to eat the fruit you bring her?&#39;. &amp;nbsp;To which the guy who brought fruit responded, &#39;I believe my wife will eat this fruit the same day yours gets up to smell those flowers&#39;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;So there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Life would be so much easier and more peaceful if we were to understand that we are here to love and respect one another, aside from and despite of faith, sexual orientation, race, nationality, or any other characteristic that could be used as an excuse to establish a &quot;difference&quot;... &amp;nbsp;There is no such thing as &quot;difference&quot;. &amp;nbsp;In our very essence, we are love. &amp;nbsp;Because we all bring God in our very essence. &amp;nbsp;And God is love. &amp;nbsp;Being all the same in our essence, we are all one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlL-d58QIGH-FS0yq2ml-nupJCN335kxl1uwnjJiRQx5uBlhG1lqgPLSm_POQkNCKHlH94SJhJO6IUd9w9uZACaxoNRmWqN8bsd1EglClAk-sdoJ-wTnGjis8hmGbEwsX66SemfIawq5nb/s1600/pegadas.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;147&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlL-d58QIGH-FS0yq2ml-nupJCN335kxl1uwnjJiRQx5uBlhG1lqgPLSm_POQkNCKHlH94SJhJO6IUd9w9uZACaxoNRmWqN8bsd1EglClAk-sdoJ-wTnGjis8hmGbEwsX66SemfIawq5nb/s200/pegadas.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So do you know what the best religion for you is? &amp;nbsp;It is that one which does you good, and inspires you into becoming a better person, as becoming better beings is the main reason why we are alive. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you can, as days go by:&amp;nbsp;love more; have more patience with others; feel more compassion towards yourself and others; forgive more easily; help those in need of assistance; criticize less; hear what would be considered an insult and be quiet and peaceful instead of feeling like you must respond with something just as offensive; spend less time talking about other people; complain less; see clearly that the challenges we are presented with in life are in fact opportunities for spiritual growth, you are, whether or not you choose to practice a religion or attend a place of worship, truly practicing &lt;i&gt;religare, &lt;/i&gt;in the deepest sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Abraham Lincoln&#39;s simple but wise words: &lt;i&gt;&quot;When I do good, I feel good. &amp;nbsp;When I do bad, I feel bad. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s my religion.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;[English version available here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-believe-in-evil-in-people.html&quot;&gt;http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-believe-in-evil-in-people.html&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqWE2siuN7f3l7K13bxiN4pUxFsqtAhgsumJbFj-LlP9rcmdKWk0QIGTEkwNYFGojYIquuZ3zDNT4QH2LWAGXA3VAo4n4OgEcQwCcf3C1wjGTbIZE53MJ0nw8aonq1ECf-p76fJ0N1RGk/s1600/roses.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqWE2siuN7f3l7K13bxiN4pUxFsqtAhgsumJbFj-LlP9rcmdKWk0QIGTEkwNYFGojYIquuZ3zDNT4QH2LWAGXA3VAo4n4OgEcQwCcf3C1wjGTbIZE53MJ0nw8aonq1ECf-p76fJ0N1RGk/s200/roses.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Eu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acredito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;maldade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Apesar de já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;passado por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;algumas situações muito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;duras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nesta vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que fariam com que outros não hesitassem em&amp;nbsp; chamá-las de pessoas más sem pensar duas vezes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;eu escolho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acreditar que todas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;as pessoas são boas&lt;/span&gt; na&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt; sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;essência.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Todos os seres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;humanos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;até&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;piores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;criminosos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que a humanidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;possa ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;conhecido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;amam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pelo menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;, pelo menos &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;animalzinho de estimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;razão pela qual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;eu não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acredito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mal inerente nas pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; eu acredito que&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt; todos nós&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;herdamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;qualidades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;divinas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;no momento da nossa criação&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;embora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em algumas pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;essas qualidades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;podem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;estar ainda em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;estágio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;precoce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;como sementinhas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e podem necessitar de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;cuidados&lt;/span&gt;, para que possam vir a &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;florescer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;, se &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;alguém age&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de alguma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;comigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;agradável ou gentil&lt;/span&gt;, eu sei que &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;não é&lt;/span&gt; necessariamente &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;comigo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;E eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que essa pessoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma pessoa má simplesmente por não ter agido como eu esperava&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ela est&lt;/span&gt;á &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;desequilibrada,&lt;/span&gt; infeliz, sem &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;– em outras palavras, precisando de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ajuda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e orações&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Eu ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma coisa num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;podcast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;da Marianne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Williamson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;outro dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;realmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;me inspirou&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;queria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;compartilhar com vocês.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ela falava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt; como geralmente (e naturalmente) nos chateamos quando ficamos sabendo que alguém disse algo negativo a nosso respeito, ou nos criticou pelas costas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acredito que todo mundo já passou por esta experiência desagradável alguma vez na vida.&amp;nbsp; Não é algo nada legal de se passar, principalmente se a pessoa que disse algo negativo a nosso respeito é nossa amiga.&amp;nbsp; Marianne sugere que quando nos sentirmos atacados por palavras que não são gentis, como se flechas estivessem sendo lançadas na nossa direção, que tal se imaginássemos essas flechas se transformando em rosas e caindo aos nossos pés? Que imagem bonita, não? Já imaginou se cada vez que alguém nos dissesse algo que não gostamos de ouvir, nos lembrássemos de usar esta visualização? Alguns de nós estaríamos cobertos de rosas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Esta sugestão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; da Marianne &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;me lembra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o que o Dr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Dyer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sugere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que façamos quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;julgados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; nos &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;aconselha a responder&lt;/span&gt; lhes enviando &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;bênção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;silenciosa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;imaginando eles fazendo o mesmo por nós&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;também nos lembra que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;não importa o quão&lt;/span&gt; fora de controle uma briga pode estar, ou &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;qualquer outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;agravante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;possamos estar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;enfrentando&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;temos sempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a opção de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;parar&lt;/span&gt; por um minuto e nos propormos&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hpsatn&quot;&gt;&quot;neste momento, eu &lt;/span&gt;posso &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolher estar certo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ou eu posso escolher ser feliz”; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ou ainda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&quot;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;posso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ao invés&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;disso. &quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Estas são&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que de fato podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;estão ao nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;alcance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Quando vemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;as coisas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;através deste prisma&lt;/span&gt;, percebemos &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sentir ofendido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;algo que alguém&lt;/span&gt; nos &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;disse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;fez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é realmente uma escolha nossa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;controlar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;os outros fazem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;controlar a forma como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;reagimos ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acontece em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a começar pela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de se sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ofendido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ou não&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sofreu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;todos os tipos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de ofensas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;inclusive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;cuspido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;rosto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;foi perguntado, no fim de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sua vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;qual tinha sido a pior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ofensa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;tinha sofrido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e sua resposta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;foi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; havia sido &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ofendido&lt;/span&gt;, simplesmente &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;porque ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;havia escolhido&lt;/span&gt; nunca se ofender, não importando o que tivessem feito a ele. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;O exemplo de Gandhi nos prova que as pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;podem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;tentar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos ofender&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;vamos ou não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos sentir ofendidos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma escolha que fazemos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;presença de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;calma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;reagir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de forma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pacífica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;situações&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;instinto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;básico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é dar o troco de maneira que machuque tanto como fomos machucados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pode não ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;maneira mais fácil de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;lidar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;experiências&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;desagradáveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;​​para algumas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pessoas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mas todos nós podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;aprender&lt;/span&gt; a manter a calma e nos mantermos em paz&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt; perante à adversidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt; Há algum tempo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;me orgulhava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em dizer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que eu não era o tipo de levar desaforo pra casa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mas o estudo e a meditação me ajudaram a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;entender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mais sensato&lt;/span&gt; em qualquer situação &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;evitar o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;conflito, ao invés de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;se engajar no mesmo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;escolher o caminho da paz, estamos impedindo&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nós mesmos e aos outros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos envolver em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;situações&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em que emoções&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;fortes e perturbadoras se apoderem de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nossas mentes&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nestas situações,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é fácil permitir que as coisas tomem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;proporções tamanhas, assim como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a possibilidade de falarmos coisas sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;, colocando em risco, assim, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt; e/&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;amizades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de longa data&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Como eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;aprendi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;trabalhava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; recreadora internacional &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;, palavras &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;como pasta de dente&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;muito fácil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;espremê-la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;para fora do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;tubo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;agora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;tente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;colocar a pasta dentro do tubo de novo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;Outra maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; aprender a &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;adquirir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;paz de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;os momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;têm a tendência&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos tirar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;do nosso equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;é a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;prática&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;meditação&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ao&lt;/span&gt; criarmos o h&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;bito de &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;meditar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;aprendemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;conseguir nos distanciar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;das situações,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e nos tornarmos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;observador das mesmas&lt;/span&gt;, de modo &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;quando nos acontece alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;somos capazes de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acessar a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sabedoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos permite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;dar um passo atrás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;visão mais clara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;do que realmente está&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;acontecendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;- não se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pode&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;ver uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;foto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;está na mesma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Ao aprender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;distanciar-nos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mentalmente&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;estamos também aprendendo a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos distanciar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;emocionalmente de eventos perturbadores&lt;/span&gt;, por isso &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;somos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;capazes de perceber que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;uma determinada situação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;o potencial de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos deixar transtornados&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;optar por não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;permitir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; a mesma &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nos tire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;centro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoU8ZVQ8vBxBOtVwr7XpLTGDw_X8s9gQNOCZ0BWNCstmmSvm7MNYuDnLMNUnr4nUDPw-ahciQj_m5YiUpv37-GKaOYmLpuqZmewm1jBpLywpJ1RmZ4nnWlwrmV16J9Ej20LTmz2X2jX7p/s1600/religioes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoU8ZVQ8vBxBOtVwr7XpLTGDw_X8s9gQNOCZ0BWNCstmmSvm7MNYuDnLMNUnr4nUDPw-ahciQj_m5YiUpv37-GKaOYmLpuqZmewm1jBpLywpJ1RmZ4nnWlwrmV16J9Ej20LTmz2X2jX7p/s1600/religioes.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais importante do que qual religião se escolha praticar (se é que se faça a escolha por uma ou outra), ou por qual nome se resolva chamar Deus, ou se se escolhe freqüentar uma igreja, um templo, uma sinagoga, ou um centro espírita, o que realmente importa é se estar em sintonia com as leis divinas do universo no seu dia-a-dia. &amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;i&gt;Sua religião é o que você faz quando o sermão acaba&quot;&lt;/i&gt;, como afirmou H. Jackson Brown, Jr.,&amp;nbsp;ou seja, o que mais importa é sua integridade, seus valores morais, a bondade do seu coração, a sua inclinação a praticar a caridade, de fazer o bem, de sentir compaixão para consigo mesmo e para com os outros, e por último mas não menos importante, como você se comporta quando acredita que ninguém está olhando.&lt;br /&gt;
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Existem pessoas no mundo que &amp;nbsp;não freqüentam nenhum templo propriamente dito, não se ligam a nenhuma religião organizada &lt;i&gt;per se&lt;/i&gt;, e no entanto vivem uma vida de resignação, de caridade e de amor ao próximo digna mesmo de um missionário. &amp;nbsp;Há, no entanto, outras, que se dizem extremamente religiosas, mas que, quando acreditam que ninguém está olhando, praticam atos impensáveis, ou que podem saber de cor as escrituras ou quaisquer textos religiosos que seguem e que consideram sagrados, sem, contudo, praticarem o que lêem e estudam no seu dia-a-dia. &lt;br /&gt;
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Não só é importante viver de acordo com aquilo que acreditamos para que nos sintamos em sintonia com a nossa natureza interna, como também seria interessante&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;termos em mente que nossas ações não só atuam sobre a nossa própria realidade, mas também modificam o mundo à nossa volta.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Mesmo se formos pessoas que nos imaginamos sem nenhum tipo de influência sobre os outros, temos, todos, sem exceção, um círculo de influências, ainda que pequeno. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Que maravilha se nossas vidas puderem ser um exemplo a ser seguido. &amp;nbsp;Que bom se pudermos deixar lembranças de gentileza, de caridade, de amor ao próximo, por onde passarmos. &amp;nbsp;Todos nós podemos fazer o bem, mesmo que não sejamos pessoas de bens, mesmo que não saibamos exatamente como mudar o mundo para melhor. &amp;nbsp;É nas menores oportunidades de ajudar às pessoas mais próximas de nós, de nos colocarmos à disposição de alguém que esteja precisando, ou mesmo de abrirmos um sorriso para um estranho, que temos a chance de ser, como Gandhi colocou, &#39;a mudança que queremos ver no mundo&#39;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Assim, menos importante do que o fato de você acreditar ou pertencer a alguma religião organizada é a pureza do amor que você traz no seu coração. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;O que realmente conta é o bem que você faz no seu dia-a-dia, onde as batalhas que nos permitem crescer como seres espirituais imortais que somos são de fato travadas. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Na igreja, no templo, no centro, na sinagoga é bem mais fácil ser bonzinho e ter sempre um sorriso no rosto do que lá fora - no trabalho, com a família, entre amigos, com pessoas que nos parecem difíceis - que é quando e onde os problemas costumam acontecer. &amp;nbsp;São nas desavenças que se apresentam no dia-a-dia, nos desafios que nos são apresentados, nos momentos difíceis, de sofrimento, nos momentos em que nos acreditamos sozinhos no mundo, é que nossa verdadeira fé, é que nossa&amp;nbsp;necessidade&amp;nbsp;íntima de realizar o &quot;&lt;i&gt;religare&lt;/i&gt;&quot; se faz presente. É nessas horas que realmente demonstramos o quão grande é o nosso espírito, e que mostramos se sabemos suportar as provações da vida com o entendimento pleno de que tudo o que nos é apresentado nesta existência é necessário para o nosso progresso espiritual, ou se, ao invés disso, nos queixamos e culpamos a Deus por ter-se esquecido de nós.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cada ser humano habitando esta Terra junto conosco neste momento e que cruza o nosso caminho nos apresenta uma oportunidade de crescimento, de aprendizado, de troca de experiência de vida, de chance de praticarmos o amor, no sentido mais puro da palavra - o amor fraternal. &amp;nbsp;Precisamos nos lembrar de amar mais e criticar menos. &amp;nbsp;Realizar mais, e nos queixarmos menos. &amp;nbsp;Entender melhor o que se passa dentro de nós e à nossa volta. &amp;nbsp;Desligarmos os aparelhos de TV, os computadores, os celulares, e darmos mais atenção à nossa família, ao filho que quer nos contar sobre o seu dia na escola, à esposa que esperou todo o dia por momentos preciosos em família ou com seu esposo, ao bichinho de estimação que não se contém de alegria quando chegamos em casa, e inclusive a nós mesmos, seja através de uma meditação, de fazer uma caminhada na praia, ou fazendo algo que nos faz bem e nos deixa felizes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;É essencial que voltemos a nos relacionar com a nossa essência, através da busca de nos conhecermos melhor, seja através da meditação, da revisão dos nossos atos no final do dia, do procurar sermos melhores a cada dia em que temos a chance de nos tornarmos melhores por estarmos vivos e por termos o livre-arbítrio para escolhermos como agimos neste mundo, a cada passo do caminho. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Segundo o Dalai Lama, a escolha de uma religião se trata de algo tão particular que se houver sete bilhões de pessoas no mundo, deveria haver sete bilhões de religiões também, uma para cada habitante deste planeta, para que todos estivessem de fato 100% felizes com a sua escolha. &amp;nbsp;Como não é o caso, a maioria das pessoas em cujo intímo o desejo do &quot;&lt;i&gt;religare&lt;/i&gt;&quot; se faz presente, procuram aquela que mais se encaixa com o que elas acreditam, levando-se em consideração todas as complexidades envolvidas neste processo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O processo de nos re-conectarmos com a nossa essência deveria ser algo que &amp;nbsp;nos faz sentir mais próximos de nós mesmos e de todos os outros seres vivos, e não o contrário. Não deveria ser algo que cria um sentimento de superioridade ou que gera a ilusão desnecessária de diferenças entre nós. &amp;nbsp;O mundo seria muito chato se todos nós fôssemos iguais. &amp;nbsp;E mesmo se as crenças ou a prática religiosa de uma pessoa é algo que não faz muito sentido para nós, ainda assim é importante respeitar o ponto de vista e a crença da outra pessoa, assim como gostaríamos que respeitassem a nossa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PhMkN9hRILl3o19knf76AIaZoT-9vIPvDVyj63ZYWDo6emEDzRLgLkRWml3xgtXmsFu_Fb4KYEQoHrJ0ePi1djs6_qIKn7JCIj6mjlp7gUEFA5GONO8YvS4LVP3KAFEod7qEvuemFBT1/s1600/pegadas.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;147&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PhMkN9hRILl3o19knf76AIaZoT-9vIPvDVyj63ZYWDo6emEDzRLgLkRWml3xgtXmsFu_Fb4KYEQoHrJ0ePi1djs6_qIKn7JCIj6mjlp7gUEFA5GONO8YvS4LVP3KAFEod7qEvuemFBT1/s200/pegadas.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Havia um homem que ia sempre visitar o túmulo da sua esposa, e toda vez trazia flores para enfeitá-lo. Ele sempre via, no túmulo ao lado, um homem que também visitava o túmulo de sua esposa, mas que, ao invés de flores, trazia frutas. &amp;nbsp;Esta prática durou um certo tempo, até que um dia o homem que sempre trazia flores, intrigado, perguntou ao homem que trazia frutas: &#39;você acha mesmo que ela vai comer as frutas que você traz pra ela?&#39;. &amp;nbsp;Ao que o outro homem respondeu: &#39;eu acredito que a minha esposa vai se levantar do túmulo e comer estas frutas que eu trago no mesmo dia em que a sua se levantar e cheirar as flores que você traz&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A vida seria tão mais simples e pacífica se todos entendêssemos que estamos aqui para amar e respeitar uns aos outros, independente das diferenças de crença religiosa, orientação sexual, raça, nacionalidade, ou qualquer outra característica que possa ser usada como uma desculpa para estabelecer uma diferença entre as pessoas e os povos... A diferença de fato não existe. &amp;nbsp;Na nossa essência, somos amor. &amp;nbsp;Isso porque trazemos Deus na nossa essência - esta é de fato a essência de cada um de nós. &amp;nbsp;E Deus é amor. &amp;nbsp;Sendo todos iguais na nossa essência mais íntima, somos todos um. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Então... sabe qual é a melhor religião para você? Aquela que lhe faz bem e o inspira a se tornar uma pessoa melhor. &amp;nbsp;Porque nos tornarmos pessoas melhores é a razão de estarmos vivos. &amp;nbsp;Se você estiver vivendo sua vida de maneira que a cada dia possa dizer que você está: amando mais; tendo mais paciência com os outros; sentindo mais compaixão para com você mesmo e com os outros; perdoando com mais facilidade; ajudando a quem precisa de assistência; criticando menos; escutando o que poderia ser considerado uma ofensa e se mantendo em paz e tranquilo, ao invés de sentir que tem que retornar com uma ofensa ainda pior; falando menos dos outros; reclamando menos; vendo com mais clareza que os desafios que nos são apresentados na vida são de fato oportunidades de crescimento espiritual, você está de fato restabelecendo a sua conexão com a sua essência divina, ou seja, praticando o &lt;i&gt;religare&lt;/i&gt; no sentido mais profundo da palavra. &lt;br /&gt;
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Em síntese, nas palavras simples, mas sábias, de Abraham Lincoln: &lt;i&gt;&quot;Quando eu faço o bem, eu me sinto bem. &amp;nbsp;Quando eu faço o mal, eu me sinto mal. &amp;nbsp;Esta é a minha religião.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there is nothing you can&#39;t do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you can make your dreams come true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can climb the highest mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can tame the roughest sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you believe in yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can do anything you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I find I&#39;m scared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To try out something new&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I need some help to start me out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To take a step or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I just get some courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I just say, &quot;I can&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sure I can succeed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I only try again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there is nothing you can&#39;t do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you can make your dreams come true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can climb the highest mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can tame the roughest sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you believe in yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can do anything you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I find I&#39;m scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That I&#39;ll be left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I say what I&#39;m thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I say what&#39;s on my mind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I know I can&#39;t be silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I speak out loud and clear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Each one of us has special thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For everyone to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there is nothing you can&#39;t do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you can make your dreams come true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can climb the highest mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can tame the roughest sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you believe in yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can do anything you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you believe in yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You can do anything you please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/7120653421613769298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/7120653421613769298?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/7120653421613769298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/7120653421613769298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe-in-yourself.html' title='Believe in Yourself'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-5803049316069654955</id><published>2011-07-08T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:08:50.709-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aparigraha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Budismo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crescimento espiritual"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desapego"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="espiritismo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia da yoga"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="impermanência de todas as coisas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sabedoria oriental"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simplicidade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Umbanda"/><title type='text'>A Arte do Desapego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhisWhyewbUvS1p2k9Xnoq4AYUufze8uaNsyYCKknnvgXmoLpjpfmiXDru5DwrJacXwSiDNoGigz9zsEoD2UgRWP6USI3fDMVRzTP0veLIZTHNbQDuyMGxyiQT3_VMW-tFpTZQ3m1x4EA/s1600/A+Arte+do+Desapego+1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhisWhyewbUvS1p2k9Xnoq4AYUufze8uaNsyYCKknnvgXmoLpjpfmiXDru5DwrJacXwSiDNoGigz9zsEoD2UgRWP6USI3fDMVRzTP0veLIZTHNbQDuyMGxyiQT3_VMW-tFpTZQ3m1x4EA/s200/A+Arte+do+Desapego+1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vida tem me presenteado com grandes oportunidades para aprender a arte do desapego, me trazendo, assim, lembretes preciosos de que &lt;i&gt;as únicas coisas que ficam conosco desta breve passagem pela Terra são o conhecimento que conseguimos acumular, a sabedoria adquirida ao aplicarmos esse conhecimento na nossa vida, o trabalho que fazemos em nós mesmos com a intenção de nos tornarmos pessoas melhores, e o bem que tenhamos feito a outros.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Todos nós temos uma tendência natural de nos apegarmos a tudo aquilo que nos traz felicidade, e de nos afastarmos de tudo o que nos causa sofrimento. &amp;nbsp;Assim, é natural que tenhamos a vontade de nos apegar a situações ou a pessoas que amamos, e é também natural que queiramos evitar até mesmo pensar em perdê-los por qualquer motivo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando eu estudei para me tornar instrutora de yoga, eu tive a oportunidade de conhecer e compreender o conceito de &quot;&lt;i&gt;aparigraha&lt;/i&gt;&quot;, palavra em sânscrito que significa a ausência de ganância, e também pode ser traduzida como o desapego. &amp;nbsp;A origem da palavra é &quot;&lt;i&gt;parigraha&lt;/i&gt;&quot;, que significa pegar algo e proclamá-lo como seu; ao se adicionar o prefixo de negação &quot;a&quot;, ela se torna o contrário disso. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Aparigraha&lt;/i&gt; também traz a idéia de só se tomar para si o que é realmente necessário, e não mais do que isso. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ao cultivar &lt;i&gt;aparigraha,&lt;/i&gt; a pessoa torna sua vida o mais simples possível, e treina sua mente para não sentir falta de nada, acreditando que tudo o que ela de fato precisar virá até ela no momento certo. &amp;nbsp;Há também a conotação de que tudo fará parte da vida de uma pessoa pelo tempo que for necessário, seguindo, depois disso, seu curso natural. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Aparigraha&lt;/i&gt; significa, em outras palavras, &lt;i&gt;segurar algo em nossas mãos ao mesmo tempo em que as mantemos abertas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Se conseguirmos treinar nossas mentes e emoções a ponto de compreender plenamente e aceitar que não importa o que temos de deixar para trás, isso está acontecendo porque as pessoas, coisas ou situações em jogo já serviram seu propósito em nossas vidas, e nós na deles, e agora é hora de aprender com novas experiências, pessoas, oportunidades - se formos verdadeiramente capazes de interiorizar esta idéia e colocá-la em prática no nosso dia-a-dia, o sofrimento causado por termos que nos desligar do que quer que seja será grandemente diminuído.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nada nesta vida é de fato nosso. &amp;nbsp;Nenhuma riqueza material acumulada durante nossa passagem pela Terra pode ser levada conosco para o além-túmulo. &amp;nbsp;Ninguém pode ser a pessoa mais rica do cemitério. &amp;nbsp;Até mesmo o corpo que utilizamos durante nossa passagem pela Terra é um empréstimo. &amp;nbsp;Uma vez que o compromisso mútuo chega ao fim, o corpo físico fica, e nós passamos a viver em outro plano de manifestação. &amp;nbsp;Sabendo disso, por que nos tornarmos excessivamente apegados a qualquer coisa que possamos acreditar sejam &quot;nossas&quot; no momento presente? Ao praticar o desapego, nós não só estaremos progredindo espiritualmente, como evitando sofrimentos futuros.&lt;br /&gt;
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Todos nós passamos por fases na vida. &amp;nbsp;Encontramos pessoas que achamos que iriam trilhar um longo caminho conosco, e às vezes estes planos são interrompidos, e temos que nos despedir muito antes do que havíamos planejado. &amp;nbsp;Pode acontecer de sermos dispensados de um trabalho onde acreditávamos que ficaríamos por um bom tempo. &amp;nbsp;Podemos ter que nos mudar de uma casa onde nos sentíamos muito bem. &amp;nbsp;Eventos inesperados acontecem, e a impermanência de todas as coisas nos é comprovada a cada passo do caminho. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A cada sete anos, nem mesmo uma célula que constitui nosso corpo físico permanece a mesma. Nosso corpo está constantemente se renovando - constantemente se desfazendo daquilo que não mais lhe serve, e gerando nova vida - novas células. &amp;nbsp;Em outros aspectos da vida, o mesmo acontece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Há um ditado da sabedoria oriental que diz que &quot;todo sofrimento resulta da não-aceitação do que é&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Isso não quer dizer que se estivermos em uma situação ruim não devemos nos esforçar para torná-la melhor. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Todos nós fomos criados para sermos felizes, e esta é não somente parte de nossa missão, como também um direito de cada um de nós. &amp;nbsp;Se, ao invés de lutarmos contra as mudanças que são inevitáveis na nossa vida - lembrando que tudo aquilo contra o que se luta, luta contra a gente com a mesma força e resistência -, simplesmente aceitarmos com todo o nosso ser as mudanças que a vida nos apresenta, compreendendo que tudo o que acontece em nossas vidas é necessário para o nosso crescimento como seres humanos que estamos na Terra para aprender, torna-se mais fácil lidar com os altos e baixos da nossa existência. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Podemos sentir saudade de uma pessoa que não mais se encontra perto da gente, ou sentir falta de um lugar onde gostávamos de estar, mas em última instância, ao compreendermos com nossa mente e coração o fato de que tudo o que nos acontece traz consigo uma oportunidade de crescimento, nos tornamos capazes de não só aceitar essas mudanças, como também de nos sentirmos gratos pela oportunidade de lidar com as mesmas e aprender a arte do desapego, assim como pela chance de aprender a nos adaptarmos a uma nova realidade e, é claro, neste processo, progredir espiritualmente.&lt;br /&gt;
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Devemos ter em mente que cada pessoa e situação que nos são apresentadas são atribuições divinas, e trazem consigo novos ensejos de aprendizado. &amp;nbsp;Então se uma pessoa não está mais na nossa vida, significa que provavelmente já aprendemos tudo o que poderíamos aprender com a experiência que tivemos juntos, e agora é hora de conhecer novas pessoas, com quem teremos a chance de experimentar novas chances de progresso espiritual. &amp;nbsp;O mesmo é válido para situações, empregos, lugares... Um dos aspectos mais bonitos da vida é a chance de deixar tudo o aquilo que não mais nos faz bem ou não mais nos serve, tudo aquilo que já cumpriu seu propósito em nossas vidas, e de nos abrirmos a novas ocasiões, pessoas e situações - que nos proporcionarão necessariamente novas oportunidades de crescimento. &lt;br /&gt;
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Namastê...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;[Adaptação para o português do texto original &quot;The Fine Art of Letting Go&quot;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;escrito em 19 de maio de 2011 por Sylvia Borges]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5803049316069654955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/5803049316069654955?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5803049316069654955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5803049316069654955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/07/arte-do-desapego.html' title='A Arte do Desapego'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhisWhyewbUvS1p2k9Xnoq4AYUufze8uaNsyYCKknnvgXmoLpjpfmiXDru5DwrJacXwSiDNoGigz9zsEoD2UgRWP6USI3fDMVRzTP0veLIZTHNbQDuyMGxyiQT3_VMW-tFpTZQ3m1x4EA/s72-c/A+Arte+do+Desapego+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-5745116364738742931</id><published>2011-05-19T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:29:37.488-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aparigraha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buddha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let go"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letting go"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lose"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-grasping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanskrit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yoga"/><title type='text'>The Fine Art of Letting Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1p5Q1Y0z2aaknLAMhXuzruwtyxBW2IU9BzillL7R9fqcw2c1RmWEOw7-ffgfoX4pvE6S7BN_ldDX7fYwj3z5-h8nUlmWMQHfV9QQIdAsd_0HfZ8mi1oAGd14Wn8qXcJf_9huIqxOAYqA/s1600/Letting+Go+3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1p5Q1Y0z2aaknLAMhXuzruwtyxBW2IU9BzillL7R9fqcw2c1RmWEOw7-ffgfoX4pvE6S7BN_ldDX7fYwj3z5-h8nUlmWMQHfV9QQIdAsd_0HfZ8mi1oAGd14Wn8qXcJf_9huIqxOAYqA/s200/Letting+Go+3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life has been presenting me with great opportunities to apply the fine art of letting go, thus reminding me that the only things we take with ourselves from this brief journey on Earth are the knowledge we have managed to accumulate, the wisdom hopefully gained from applying that knowledge, the work we have done on ourselves with the intent of becoming a better being, and the good we have done to others.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all have a natural tendency to hold on to that which brings us happiness, and to shy away from that which causes us pain.&amp;nbsp; So it is natural that we would wish to hold on to situations or to anyone dear to us, and it is also natural that we may want to avoid thoughts of losing them for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I studied to become a yoga instructor, I became very familiar with the concept of &quot;&lt;i&gt;aparigraha&lt;/i&gt;&quot;, which is the Sanskrit word for lack of greed, or it can also be translated as &quot;non-grasping&quot;. It comes from the Sanskrit word &lt;i&gt;parigraha&lt;/i&gt;,  which means reaching out for something and claiming it for oneself; by  adding the &#39;A&#39; it becomes the opposite. &lt;i&gt;Aparigraha &lt;/i&gt;means  &lt;i&gt;taking what is truly necessary and no more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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By the  observance of &lt;i&gt;aparigraha&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;one makes his life as simple as possible  and trains his mind not to feel the loss or lack of anything.  Then  everything he really needs will come to him by itself at the proper  time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;And there is also an implied understanding that &lt;i&gt;everything will be part of one&#39;s life for as long as it is necessary, and then it will follow nature&#39;s course.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Aparigraha &lt;/i&gt;means, in a few words, &lt;i&gt;holding something while keeping our hands open.&lt;/i&gt; I think that is a beautiful image.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If we are able to train our minds and emotions to the point of fully understanding and accepting that no matter what we have to let go of, it is happening because that person, thing, or situation has served its purposed in our life, and we in theirs, and now it is time to learn from new experiences, new people, new opportunities - if we are truly able to internalize this concept and live it in our daily lives, the amount of suffering caused by having to let go of whatever it may be will be greatly diminished.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nothing is ours to keep.&amp;nbsp; No material goods we accumulate on this lifetime can be taken with us.&amp;nbsp; One cannot be the richest person in the cemetery.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Even the body we use while on Earth is borrowed.&amp;nbsp; Once our mutual commitment comes to an end, the physical body stays, and we go on to live in another plane of manifestation.&amp;nbsp; So why become too attached to anything we may have in our lives at the present moment? By practicing non-attachment we are growing spiritually, and avoiding future suffering.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We all go through phases in life.&amp;nbsp; We encounter people whom we thought would walk a long path with us, and sometimes those plans are interrupted, and goodbyes have to be said way sooner than we had planned.&amp;nbsp; We may be dismissed from a job where we thought we would spend a long time. We may move away from a home where we felt really good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Unexpected events happen, and the impermanence of all things is proven to us every step of the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Every seven years, not one single cell that constitutes our physical body will be the same as before.&amp;nbsp; Our physical being is constantly going through renewal - constantly letting go of that which no longer serves it, and creating new life.&amp;nbsp; In other aspects of life, the same takes place.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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There is a saying that stems from Eastern philosophies which states that &quot;&lt;i&gt;all suffering results from not accepting what is&lt;/i&gt;&quot;.&amp;nbsp; That is not to say that if we are in a bad situation we should not strive to make it a better one.&amp;nbsp; We were all created to be happy, and that is not only our mission, but a right each one of us has.&amp;nbsp; If we, instead of fighting changes that are inevitable in our lives - as everything we fight, fights back -, simply embrace these changes, understanding that everything that happens is what is necessary for our growth as beings that are on this Earth to learn, it becomes easier to deal with the changes placed on our path.&lt;br /&gt;
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We may miss a dear person who is no longer nearby, or we may miss a place where we were used to enjoy being, but ultimately, by holding in our mind and heart the certainty that all that takes place in our lives is an opportunity for growth, we become able to not only embrace change, but also to be grateful for the opportunity to deal with and learning to let go, for the chance to learn to adapt to a new reality, and of course to grow each step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TQyGJG0CmNXyDrOC_bGN2KRfAFbj3NOEgSkWNsElezQvRJLs9ZIYhULcclQm_vybrl9u6Yiuus_d9wL8HLQCibmMcRDdF0lSporAit3tVf9Y0o2QsDttXD-Sn5enk6SKLQxI1UduJt5d/s1600/Letting+Go+4+waterfall.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TQyGJG0CmNXyDrOC_bGN2KRfAFbj3NOEgSkWNsElezQvRJLs9ZIYhULcclQm_vybrl9u6Yiuus_d9wL8HLQCibmMcRDdF0lSporAit3tVf9Y0o2QsDttXD-Sn5enk6SKLQxI1UduJt5d/s200/Letting+Go+4+waterfall.jpg&quot; width=&quot;134&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We must keep in mind that every person and situation that are presented to us are divine assignments, and bring with them the opportunity to teach us something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;So if a person is no longer with us, it means we have mutually learned all that we could learn from our experience together, and now it may be time to meet new people, with whom we will have the chance to experience new learning opportunities.&amp;nbsp; The same is valid for situations, jobs, places... &lt;i&gt;One of the most beautiful aspects of life is the chance to let go of the old - that which no longer serves us - and to embrace new opportunities, new people, new situations - new growth. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In the wise words of Buddha, &lt;i&gt;&quot;You can only lose what you cling to.&quot; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5745116364738742931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/5745116364738742931?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5745116364738742931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5745116364738742931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/fine-art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Fine Art of Letting Go...'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1p5Q1Y0z2aaknLAMhXuzruwtyxBW2IU9BzillL7R9fqcw2c1RmWEOw7-ffgfoX4pvE6S7BN_ldDX7fYwj3z5-h8nUlmWMQHfV9QQIdAsd_0HfZ8mi1oAGd14Wn8qXcJf_9huIqxOAYqA/s72-c/Letting+Go+3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-5818486805067094643</id><published>2011-05-07T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T09:19:39.639-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adolescente"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clarice lispector"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conectando"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escritora"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nudez"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="professor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reencontro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surpresa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><title type='text'>Descobrindo e deixando-me descobrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63y2ZpO31J4NEZv4NDOX53ZMdptDOeh83HvEkzxoxOXfjmeuEzi-HT6vSD4HUGJnQsm2jJyHqAd_Z3CGrf2AYXZxNcLcbePFWSQh1Ptfosqdn7m9cpucgqdkfpwM7fZz0O1DLh_Jiwacd/s1600/PALAVRAS+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63y2ZpO31J4NEZv4NDOX53ZMdptDOeh83HvEkzxoxOXfjmeuEzi-HT6vSD4HUGJnQsm2jJyHqAd_Z3CGrf2AYXZxNcLcbePFWSQh1Ptfosqdn7m9cpucgqdkfpwM7fZz0O1DLh_Jiwacd/s1600/PALAVRAS+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me pego lendo muito ultimamente.&amp;nbsp; Não só autores conhecidos.&amp;nbsp; Mas  descobrindo escritores em pessoas como eu: também escritora.&amp;nbsp; Que assim  nos entendemos não porque temos livros publicados que são sucesso  internacional nas &quot;listas dos mais vendidos&quot;; mas porque escrevemos.&amp;nbsp;  Não temos medo de nos expor através da palavra escrita.&amp;nbsp; Escrevemos,  talvez porque o peso de tudo o que ainda não havia sido escrito se  torna, num dado momento, insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;
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E me pego conectando mais profundamente com pessoas que agora,  através da minha escrita, têm a chance de dar uma espiada na minha alma,  e conhecer um pouquinho do meu eu - de fato o que sou no minuto  presente, que talvez seja diferente do que serei no minuto seguinte, já  que mudamos constantemente neste processo de crescimento contínuo em que  estamos engajados, e que é o verdadeiro porquê de termos nascido  terráqueos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Neste processo, me descubro meio  agente-secreta - mas deixando de ser, pouco a pouco me abrindo para o  mundo através de palavras.&amp;nbsp; Um descobrimento de mim mesma, constante e  irreversível neste caminho da escrita que escolhemos percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;
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E nesses encontros comigo mesma e com o mundo, surpresas maravilhosas  acontecem, como o reencontro com um professor muito querido, de quando  eu tinha meus dezesseis anos, e não sabia nada, mas achava que sabia  tudo.&amp;nbsp; Na época era Deus no céu e ele na terra pra mim.&amp;nbsp; Adorava-o com a  adoração da adolescente que tenta se apoiar em alguém que a ajude a  compreender o caminho a ser trilhado.&amp;nbsp; Hoje, adoro-o ainda, mas agora  como pessoa adulta, que tem uma idéia um pouco melhor do caminho a ser  seguido, e se alegra em fazer uma parada para contemplar memórias  antigas, antigas mesmo, de vinte anos atrás, para de novo se humanizar  nas humanidades de outrora.&amp;nbsp; Na humanidade de quando havia ainda um  bocado de inocência em mim, e muito menos experiências sofridas.&amp;nbsp; Já  havia sofrimento nesta alma - é claro, almas são eternas -, mas a  alegria e a curiosidade, esperança mesmo, infantil/adolescente o  camuflavam bem melhor que nos dias atuais.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas de volta ao meu professor: redescubro-o poeta, e me deixo inundar  ainda mais de memórias de tempos em que minha vida era quase uma  poesia... poesia cheia de inocência - embora adolescente -, mas é que  desabrochei tarde.&amp;nbsp; Memórias delicadas: cheias de amor, de confusão, de  aprendizado, de descoberta do mundo e de mim.&amp;nbsp; E me deixo inundar também  de &quot;memórias do futuro&quot;, como ele mesmo diz, aquele &quot;exercício de  esperança&quot; (também dele - veja só quanta poesia) de um dia nos  encontrarmos de novo - encontro de almas com um propósito em comum:  fazer deste um mundo melhor - mais consciente - através de palavras e, é  claro, do exemplo.&amp;nbsp; Me espelho em seu exemplo de ser humano.&amp;nbsp; E me vem à  memória o desejo que alimentei quando menina-moça, mas que ainda se faz  presente agora que me entendem mulher - o de ser igual a ele quando eu  crescer.&amp;nbsp; Quem sabe um dia eu chego lá...&lt;br /&gt;
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E ainda me pego lendo palavras lindas de uma ex-aluna de yoga, que nunca  soube poeta.&amp;nbsp; Mas a quem, devido à maravilha das ondas internéticas que  nos permite nos compartilhar com o mundo, tenho a oportunidade de ler. E  ela, de me ler.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E neste processo de descobrimento mútuo através de  palavras que não se conseguem mais calar, descobrimos também uma paixão  em comum: Clarice.&amp;nbsp; A Lispector - que certa vez escreveu: &quot;Eu escrevo  sem esperança de que o que eu escrevo altere qualquer coisa.&amp;nbsp; Não altera  em nada... Porque no fundo a gente não está querendo alterar as coisas,  a gente está querendo desabrochar de um modo ou de outro...&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Então  vamos desabrochando.&amp;nbsp; E tendo-a lido agora há pouco - não à Clarice, mas  à minha ex-aluna - descubro ainda outra paixão em comum entre nós: a de  assistir pessoas.&amp;nbsp; Mas ao vivo e a cores.&amp;nbsp; Ao invés de televisão.&amp;nbsp;  Adoro assistir pessoas também - cada uma, um universo em si.&amp;nbsp;  Inexplorado, a ser descoberto.&amp;nbsp; Maravilhas da criação.&lt;br /&gt;
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Há ainda outros escritores disfarçados de gente normal que venho  descobrindo, e que são de um talento sem fim.&amp;nbsp; Com eles tenho tido a  alegria de me compartilhar virtualmente, através das nossas escritas.&amp;nbsp;  Não dá para citar todos aqui, mas quem eu tenho lido, me sabe sua  leitora e fã, e a eles deixo aqui meu muito obrigada por se  compartilharem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Namastê...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5818486805067094643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/5818486805067094643?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5818486805067094643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/5818486805067094643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/descobrindo-e-deixando-me-descobrir_07.html' title='Descobrindo e deixando-me descobrir'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63y2ZpO31J4NEZv4NDOX53ZMdptDOeh83HvEkzxoxOXfjmeuEzi-HT6vSD4HUGJnQsm2jJyHqAd_Z3CGrf2AYXZxNcLcbePFWSQh1Ptfosqdn7m9cpucgqdkfpwM7fZz0O1DLh_Jiwacd/s72-c/PALAVRAS+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-399191567927648190</id><published>2011-05-03T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:10:26.624-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food for thought"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="impermanência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudanças"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namastê"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="osama bin laden"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tao"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tao te ching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taoismo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taoista"/><title type='text'>Veremos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNdcFYR6fvSxSPWpcBLpRv9BeLzmOC0P8LGbn2iuRyHP_1kSGd4BaRLVRdBN-v6NfQ9UjOVEi5TdjApuoG5F0YjizObf7j0p1twvYcANsWMeczDcKoAHb20tqq50E-RT1nSDrjjAw7QDX/s1600/impermanence.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;181&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNdcFYR6fvSxSPWpcBLpRv9BeLzmOC0P8LGbn2iuRyHP_1kSGd4BaRLVRdBN-v6NfQ9UjOVEi5TdjApuoG5F0YjizObf7j0p1twvYcANsWMeczDcKoAHb20tqq50E-RT1nSDrjjAw7QDX/s200/impermanence.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu vejo sangue, discursos, celebração.&amp;nbsp; E ouço palavras que me fazem lembrar daquele dia em setembro de 2001 em que atravessei a ponte chamada Queensborough, que liga Manhattan a Queens, em NY, a pé,&amp;nbsp; já que não havia outro modo de voltar pra casa.&amp;nbsp; Mas a caminhada realmente não foi nada diante do que tantas pessoas estavam passando naquele momento.&amp;nbsp; O que me ocorre com relação aos eventos recentes é a estória Taoísta abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Um senhor que havia trabalhado em sua plantação por muitos anos tinha um cavalo, que um dia fugiu.&amp;nbsp; Ao ficar sabendo do acontecido, seus vizinhos vieram visitá-lo para lhe dar apoio devido à sua perda.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Que má sorte&#39; - eles disseram.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Veremos&#39; - o senhor respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Na manhã seguinte o cavalo voltou, trazendo consigo três outros cavalos selvagens.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Que maravilha&#39; - os vizinhos exclamaram.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Veremos&#39; - o senhor disse.&lt;br /&gt;
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No dia seguinte, seu filho tentou montar um dos cavalos selvagens, e foi lançado longe, quebrando a perna.&amp;nbsp; Os vizinhos mais uma vez vieram oferecer seu apoio ao senhor pela falta de sorte, ao que ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Veremos&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Na manhã seguinte, oficiais do exército vieram à vila para recrutar jovens.&amp;nbsp; Vendo que o rapaz estava com a perna quebrada, eles não o recrutaram.&amp;nbsp; Os vizinhos vieram dar os parabéns ao senhor pelo fato de que tudo havia dado certo no final.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Veremos&#39;, foi a resposta que tiveram.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Algo para se pensar. &lt;br /&gt;
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Namastê...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/399191567927648190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/399191567927648190?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/399191567927648190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/399191567927648190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/veremos.html' title='Veremos...'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNdcFYR6fvSxSPWpcBLpRv9BeLzmOC0P8LGbn2iuRyHP_1kSGd4BaRLVRdBN-v6NfQ9UjOVEi5TdjApuoG5F0YjizObf7j0p1twvYcANsWMeczDcKoAHb20tqq50E-RT1nSDrjjAw7QDX/s72-c/impermanence.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-3308109477555593719</id><published>2011-05-03T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:11:32.729-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="impermanence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="osama bin laden"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tao te ching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taoism"/><title type='text'>We&#39;ll see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPEAndm0BOBpj9c0tdl2ESozazV8RkXcavoSz7siROD6juKiWXqgWLzc3GtvS_JUksy368LlKKyLEnhQk6nej4vly8FbPURunuB3vLoZQaYWQeGbMaB_IpfzVgqRRuPkf1Avmkvh7SQZEK/s1600/impermanence.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;181&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPEAndm0BOBpj9c0tdl2ESozazV8RkXcavoSz7siROD6juKiWXqgWLzc3GtvS_JUksy368LlKKyLEnhQk6nej4vly8FbPURunuB3vLoZQaYWQeGbMaB_IpfzVgqRRuPkf1Avmkvh7SQZEK/s200/impermanence.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see blood, speeches, celebration.&amp;nbsp; And hear words that remind me of that September day when I crossed the Queensborough bridge on foot, as there was no other way to reach home.&amp;nbsp; But the walk was really nothing compared to what other people were going through at the same time.&amp;nbsp; What comes to mind in light of the recent events is the Taoist story below: &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;A farmer had worked his crop for many years.&amp;nbsp; One day his horse ran away.&amp;nbsp; Upon hearing the news,&amp;nbsp; the neighbors came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Such bad luck&#39;, they said, sympathetically.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;We&#39;ll see&#39;, the farmer replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;How wonderful&#39;, the neighbors exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;We&#39;ll see&#39;, replied the old man.&lt;br /&gt;
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The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg.&amp;nbsp; The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;We&#39;ll see&#39;, answered the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army.&amp;nbsp; Seeing that the son&#39;s leg was broken, they passed him by.&amp;nbsp; The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;We&#39;ll see&#39;, said the farmer.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a little food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3308109477555593719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/3308109477555593719?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3308109477555593719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/3308109477555593719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-see.html' title='We&#39;ll see...'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPEAndm0BOBpj9c0tdl2ESozazV8RkXcavoSz7siROD6juKiWXqgWLzc3GtvS_JUksy368LlKKyLEnhQk6nej4vly8FbPURunuB3vLoZQaYWQeGbMaB_IpfzVgqRRuPkf1Avmkvh7SQZEK/s72-c/impermanence.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-751395415160971597</id><published>2011-05-02T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:12:29.621-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor incondicional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machuca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mahatma gandhi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditação"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perdoar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perdão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida"/><title type='text'>Quem você precisa perdoar? Talvez você mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPLkuZLD05rouFJRZECKxSHwrA4wmHdgGdVFWmeoAstShw8eKmiKFONcXbHSiWUcLnaTfqhs8P9eqAmsiKHoUvl9NSkIR683xrWp5l7hx-ReYagpV8_IRbiBi6OrscBEcA6OjqjYRt4QL/s1600/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPLkuZLD05rouFJRZECKxSHwrA4wmHdgGdVFWmeoAstShw8eKmiKFONcXbHSiWUcLnaTfqhs8P9eqAmsiKHoUvl9NSkIR683xrWp5l7hx-ReYagpV8_IRbiBi6OrscBEcA6OjqjYRt4QL/s200/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg&quot; width=&quot;136&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então algo interessante aconteceu.&amp;nbsp; Quando eu participava de uma meditação guiada, em que fomos instruídos a visualizar alguém que precisávamos perdoar, uma pessoa que me é muitíssimo querida me apareceu, ajoelhado aos meus pés, chorando muito, e me implorando perdão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu o tomei pela mão e o ajudei a se levantar, o abracei, e choramos muito enquanto nos abraçávamos com a ternura e o amor de irmãos.&amp;nbsp; Daí ele começou a ficar menor... passou da forma adulta à de um adolescente... de adolescente passou a ser uma criança pequena... e finalmente se tornou um bebê... um bebezinho que eu acalentei em meus braços maternos, entre lágrimas de perdão cheias de amor incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;
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Foi então que eu me lembrei que todos nós não passamos de crianças tentando entender este negócio chamado &quot;vida&quot;... e, como crianças que somos, merecemos ser perdoados e amados incondicionalmente, com o mesmo amor e compreensão que reservamos a uma criança que quebra um objeto de grande valor emocional para a gente.&amp;nbsp; Às vezes, porém, é o coração que se quebra - através de palavras, atos, bem como de palavras que não são ditas em momentos em que precisávamos tanto ouvi-las - sim, o silêncio também tem o poder de machucar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ainda assim, mesmo quando os atos de uma pessoa nos machucam muito, de maneira que num primeiro momento podemos achar que se trata de algo imperdoável, ainda assim todos os seres humanos sempre merecem ser perdoados.&amp;nbsp; Sempre.&amp;nbsp; E isso inclui o perdão a nós mesmos - encontrar em nosso coração a compaixão para conseguir perdoar a criança que realmente somos por dentro, merecedoras do mesmo amor e compreensão que dedicamos aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ao perdoar alguém não estamos fazendo um favor a esta pessoa.&amp;nbsp; Estamos, sim, escolhendo nos libertar de um fardo que carregávamos nos ombros por um tempo - e, quando acumulamos bastante instâncias de não-perdão, acaba ficando difícil seguir adiante, progredir na vida.&amp;nbsp; Pesa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Então, para qualquer pessoa que esteja interessada em experimentar a liberdade e a leveza que a experiência do perdão nos proporciona, eu sugiro que você faça como eu fiz no meu exercício de meditação: pense em alguém que você precisa perdoar... e faça algo diferente, pra variar: perdoe.&amp;nbsp; Deixe pra lá.&amp;nbsp; Escolha fazer isso por você.&amp;nbsp; E depois me conta se você não está caminhando com mais leveza, com uma postura melhor, e se sentindo mais sereno.&lt;br /&gt;
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Como tudo o que fazemos nesta vida volta pra gente multiplicado por Deus-sabe-lá quantas vezes, escolher perdoar é uma forma de saber que também seremos perdoados quando cometermos um erro.&amp;nbsp; E todos nós erramos às vezes.&amp;nbsp; Não seria bom saber que haverá alguém nos estendendo a mão quando isso acontecer, ao invés de uma pessoa apontando um dedo na nossa direção pelo fato de não termos sido cuidadosos o suficiente para evitar a queda?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zLwHMUVA3ifkKo1t9D1ldo7Qr2F06FZf52v4RzQpZ2CXuhMvP0u7_YQdg1ErB5NY-dy48wY17f_vBUUfG1Z9EJwm6AOt5CdBItofr7Ryy8oPrGGN8Wn88B38rlLzSQz472HPLV5go4JB/s1600/helpinghand.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;140&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zLwHMUVA3ifkKo1t9D1ldo7Qr2F06FZf52v4RzQpZ2CXuhMvP0u7_YQdg1ErB5NY-dy48wY17f_vBUUfG1Z9EJwm6AOt5CdBItofr7Ryy8oPrGGN8Wn88B38rlLzSQz472HPLV5go4JB/s200/helpinghand.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por essas e outras, não custa fazer um esforço no sentido de perdoar - sempre.&amp;nbsp; Se não pela outra pessoa, por nós mesmos.&amp;nbsp; Não é nem mesmo necessário fazer uma ligação, escrever uma carta, ou enviar um email.&amp;nbsp; O ato de perdoar se dá em território privado: dentro do coração.&amp;nbsp; Tudo o que você precisa ter é força interior e compaixão.&amp;nbsp; Ajuda, é claro, lembrar que somos todos crianças tentando entender como navegar os mares da vida, e fazendo o melhor que podemos, cada um no seu degrauzinho na escala da evolução.&amp;nbsp; Como fomos lembrados por um dos grandes mestres que passaram pela Terra, Mahatma Gandhi, &quot;Somente os fortes perdoam.&amp;nbsp; O perdão é um atributo dos fortes.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Então que tal escolhermos ser fortes hoje, e praticar o perdão? Você vai se sentir melhor, eu prometo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Namastê... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/751395415160971597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/751395415160971597?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/751395415160971597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/751395415160971597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-voce-precisa-perdoar-talvez-voce.html' title='Quem você precisa perdoar? Talvez você mesmo?'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPLkuZLD05rouFJRZECKxSHwrA4wmHdgGdVFWmeoAstShw8eKmiKFONcXbHSiWUcLnaTfqhs8P9eqAmsiKHoUvl9NSkIR683xrWp5l7hx-ReYagpV8_IRbiBi6OrscBEcA6OjqjYRt4QL/s72-c/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390900876174255673.post-1363214721589474253</id><published>2011-05-01T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:13:42.040-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awakening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgiveness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mahatma gandhi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namaste"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sylvia borges blog"/><title type='text'>Who do you need to forgive? Maybe yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqrnbd2Vg3ScOc8r1pSek2q6omHRDYTfW3lTQJ_hUiGY5vLfDPJtHnwbp4m2_3zSrag2-nf0M6vEMsvonXiaeHFIvrrZormvE681kJS3MbPB0MTWspiwrsc8L0O2-32KoYzB69pPDkXIV/s1600/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqrnbd2Vg3ScOc8r1pSek2q6omHRDYTfW3lTQJ_hUiGY5vLfDPJtHnwbp4m2_3zSrag2-nf0M6vEMsvonXiaeHFIvrrZormvE681kJS3MbPB0MTWspiwrsc8L0O2-32KoYzB69pPDkXIV/s200/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg&quot; width=&quot;136&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then something interesting happened.&amp;nbsp; While I took part in this guided meditation, where at some point we were told to picture someone we needed to forgive, this person who is very dear to me showed up in my mind&#39;s eye kneeling before me, crying a lot, and begging for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took his hand, lifted him up to standing, hugged him and we cried together in a warm and fraternal embrace.&amp;nbsp; Then he started becoming smaller... from adult form to that of an adolescent... then from teenager to small child... and finally from child to baby... a tiny little baby whom I nestled in my arms, among motherly tears of forgiveness filled with unconditional love. &lt;br /&gt;
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That was when I remembered that all of us are children trying to figure out this whole &quot;living life&quot; business... and as such, all deserving of forgiveness and unconditional love.&amp;nbsp; The same love and understanding we give a child who has broken an object of emotional value to us.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is our hearts that get broken - through words, actions, as well as by words that were not spoken when we so longed to hear them...&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, even when a person&#39;s acts seem so unbelievably harsh or mean it feels they could not possibly be forgiven, human beings are always deserving of forgiveness... Always.&amp;nbsp; And that includes forgiving ourselves- finding it in our hearts the compassion to forgive the child we truly are within, deserving of the same love and understanding we usually reserve to others.&lt;br /&gt;
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By forgiving we are not giving the person we are choosing to forgive a favor.&amp;nbsp; Rather, we are choosing to free ourselves of a burden we have been carrying on our shoulders for a while - and when we have a lot of that lack of forgiveness on our emotional baggage, it sometimes becomes hard to move forward, to progress in life - it weighs you down, it pulls you back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, for anyone who may be interested in experiencing the emotional freedom the experience of forgiving can provide one with, I would like to suggest you do as I did on my meditation exercise, and think of someone you may need to forgive... and then, try something different for a change: forgive them.&amp;nbsp; Let go.&amp;nbsp; Choose to do this for yourself.&amp;nbsp; And then let me know if you don&#39;t feel a lighter spring on your step, if you don&#39;t notice yourself walking taller, or if you are not enjoying a more serene way of being.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrq3bqzwfMdWfA5GPZRb40O5ectpE_krOZSK5J09SAsexF-xQ2UtYjaOk7UOUtovSXCa3q2PdqIGK1wlu_mz0dxAxLeMd7ynfppmmjySONxiSWOOMFdAaBzVux3DJGgCt7vsp7o3hb0gt/s1600/perdao+1+exended+hand.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrq3bqzwfMdWfA5GPZRb40O5ectpE_krOZSK5J09SAsexF-xQ2UtYjaOk7UOUtovSXCa3q2PdqIGK1wlu_mz0dxAxLeMd7ynfppmmjySONxiSWOOMFdAaBzVux3DJGgCt7vsp7o3hb0gt/s200/perdao+1+exended+hand.jpg&quot; width=&quot;136&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As all that we put out into the universe inevitably returns to us multiplied, choosing to forgive is also the way to know you too will be forgiven when you slip and make a mistake.&amp;nbsp; We all slip and fall sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn&#39;t it be nice to know there will be someone extending a hand to help us stand up, as opposed to pointing a finger at us for not having been careful enough to avoid the fall?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We must be strong and forgive. If not for the other person, for ourselves.&amp;nbsp; It is not necessary to make a phone call, not even write a letter or send an email.&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness takes place in the privacy of the heart.&amp;nbsp; All it takes is compassion and inner strength.&amp;nbsp; It also helps to remember that we are all children trying to figure out how to navigate these waters of the ocean of life, and doing the best we can, each one of us in our own step at the evolution ladder.&amp;nbsp; As we were reminded by one of the masters who walked this Earth, Mahatma Gandhi, &quot;The weak can never forgive.&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong&quot;.&amp;nbsp; So let&#39;s choose to be strong today, and forgive. You will feel better, I promise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Namaste... :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/feeds/1363214721589474253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4390900876174255673/1363214721589474253?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/1363214721589474253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390900876174255673/posts/default/1363214721589474253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviaborges.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-do-you-need-to-forgive-maybe.html' title='Who do you need to forgive? Maybe yourself?'/><author><name>Sylvia Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708696750024909640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs_y6v0PDIflkYXmiicAKI3gfsBOyTAPtvZQ_0DjxqwHascj5SfkVSjCKYSpqm3BxrNpE9aZ9sGIU8yho7cgVtdGmUcGhGeau9WUeV12Uqf2tSlCUbtSC2uU1liANe9E/s220/Profile+Pic+Smile+by+Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqrnbd2Vg3ScOc8r1pSek2q6omHRDYTfW3lTQJ_hUiGY5vLfDPJtHnwbp4m2_3zSrag2-nf0M6vEMsvonXiaeHFIvrrZormvE681kJS3MbPB0MTWspiwrsc8L0O2-32KoYzB69pPDkXIV/s72-c/perdao+5+children+hugging.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>