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Conquering the Stairs

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 13:00:00 +0000

Have you ever let fear conquer you? Well today, you're going to read about an amazing dog who helped me overcome mine.

Caspian was a new addition to my household. He had shown up in the front yard of my 100 year old Virginia farmhouse one early morning. He was skin and bones, covered with ticks, fleas and sores, and had been shot - his skinny body riddled with buckshot. I took one look at this pathetic animal and told him he was home.

It took weeks of vet treatments, baths, and many bowls of food, but he finally began to look like a dog that was going to make it. His bones began to disappear. His coat took on a shine and he became my constant shadow to show his appreciation for me saving his life. He was always with me - except when I went upstairs to my office.

My home had a wide expanse of wooden stairs that led to the 2nd floor. Caspian was terrified of them. It didn't matter what I did to build his confidence or what wonderful tidbit of food I tempted him with; he refused to climb those stairs. He would just cower at the bottom stair and shake all over whenever I got him near them. Yet when I went up to my office, he was overcome with despair at being separated from me and laid at the bottom whimpering and whining.

I had no idea what had created this fear and I had even less of an idea of how to conquer it. After two weeks of daily attempts, I finally gave up. If he didn't want to climb the stairs - so be it. But my only defense from his pitiful whining was to turn the music up any time I needed to be in my office. When I would leave my office and come downstairs, Caspian would erupt with frantic joy to be reunited once again.

About a month into this pattern, I was awakened one morning by a noise. I lay in bed trying to identify what it was.

Click, click, click. Silence. Click, click, click. Silence.

It kept on for close to fifteen minutes before my curiosity finally overwhelmed my desire to stay under the warm covers. I threw aside my quilt, grabbed a robe and went out to investigate. When I identified the source of the noise, I just stood there with my mouth wide open.

I watched as Caspian carefully climbed the stairs. Click, click, click. He got to the top, turned around, and then started back down. Click, click, click.

When he got to the bottom, he turned and gazed at me as if to say, "It's really no big deal. I can do this!"

And then he did it again, and again, and again at least 25 more times - after already having done it for 15 minutes before I finally came to investigate.

I watched his confidence grow with each ascent and descent of the "dreaded stairs." His tongue hung out in joy and at the end his tail was wagging in triumph over his fears. He knew he would never again have to be separated from me because of the stairs.

I already loved him, but that day I gained an incredible respect for his courage and resilience. I was also challenged about what I was willing to do to overcome my fears. Was I willing to stare my fears in the face and then take the steps to overcome that fear? Was I willing to feel the fear and then do it anyway? Was I willing to attack my fears for as long as it took to overcome them? I made a lot of decisions that day that have given me a much richer life - and I have Caspian to thank for it!

So now I pose the same questions to you: Are you willing to stare your fears in the face and then take the steps to overcome them? Are you willing to feel the fear and then do it anyway? Are you willing to attack your fears for as long as it takes to overcome them?

Every time you are faced with a fear, try to remember a courageous dog that was able to conquer his fears with love and determination - and then follow his lead. All of us are afraid of something in our lives. There is no shame in being afraid. The key to victory, however, is to face your fear head on and do whatever it takes to overcome it. You can let your fears stop you from achieving all you want in life or you can follow Caspian's lead and conquer the stairs!

Ginny Dye

Ginny Dye is the Founder and CEO of The Ultimate Life Company - created to empower you to live your ultimate life!

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The Daffodil Principle

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 13:00:00 +0000

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come and see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Going and coming took most of a day - and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week.

"I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove the length of Route 91, continued on I-215, and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds, and I had gone only a few miles when the road was completely covered with a wet, gray blanket of fog. I slowed to a crawl, my heart pounding. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain.

As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail's pace, I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears - and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car. The mechanic just called, and they've finished repairing the engine," she answered.

"How far will we have to drive?" I asked cautiously.

"Just a few blocks,"Carolyn said cheerfully.

So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. "I'll drive," Carolyn offered. "I'm used to this." We got into the car, and she began driving.

In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of-the-World Road heading over the top of the mountain. "Where are we going?" I exclaimed, distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog. "This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn, I said sternly, trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation, "please turn around. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather."

"It's all right, Mother," She replied with a knowing grin. "I know what I'm doing. I promise, you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

And so my sweet, darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge - and she was kidnapping me! I couldn't believe it. Like it or not, I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils - driving through the thick, gray silence of the mist-wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb.

I muttered all the way. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds.

We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert.

On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle-covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, lettered sign "Daffodil Garden."

We each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt.

Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist-filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow.

Each different-colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.

In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificent enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note - above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. The effect was spectacular.

It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top.

Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me - even against my will. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Who?" I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, "And how, and why, and when?"

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.

We walked up to the house, my mind buzzing with questions. On the patio we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was. The Daffodil Principle.

For me that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty-five years before, had begun - one bulb at a time - to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time.

There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts - simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded.

Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world.

This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time - often just one baby-step at a time - learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"Carolyn," I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All, just one bulb at a time."

The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom!

It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use tomorrow?"

Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

Forever blooming: Amazing daffodil garden is closed, but her serigraphs are alive in a new book

Is Happiness Around The Corner?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 13:00:00 +0000

For lots of people, happiness is just around the corner. They just need to get their degree, a particular job, a promotion, or a raise. Maybe they're waiting to get married or have a child. Perhaps they will be happy when they retire.

Alfred D' Souza said, "For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life." John Lennon put it another way, "Life is what happens while you are making other plans."

The point is our lives are happening now. If we are to get the satisfaction and fulfillment we want, we have to learn to draw pleasure and joy from everything that happens to us and around us because these experiences are the very essence of our life. The more conscious we are that life consists of the journey, not the destination, the more likely we are to get the most out of it.

So, if there are things you want to do, begin to fit them in now or accept the fact that you can be happy whether or not you do them.

Happiness isn't just around the corner. It's now or it's never. The good news is you have everything you need to be happy. Philosophers, poets, and scientists all agree it can't be attained through money, prestige, or power. Happiness is not a fact, it's a mindset. All you need is optimism and gratitude.

Michael Josephson

Michael Josephson is the founder and president of Josephson Institute and its Character Counts project. www.charactercounts.org

Don't Let Life Get In The Way Of Your Life

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:00:00 +0000

The memories are so very clear. We had just put the final touches; the last giant cubes of marble and concrete were setting in. It didn't matter that they were really big rocks and chunks of dirt and mud on the walls. What a magnificent structure! No Indians, no Cavalry, no Kings Men and no Attila the Hun could storm these walls. My friends and I had built this magnificent fort to withstand any assault from our imaginary enemies. It never occurred to us that this fortress, this pillar of strength could crumble at any moment. It had taken us days to build but they were wonderful days. The sun was blistering hot. July days in southern Ohio would get that way. The Great Miami River sparkled in the distance as we slaved and struggled to build this edifice to engineering. Of course we didn't know that's what we were building but that's what my memory of those days has etched in my dreams. We had built something that nobody else had ever built and we'd defend it to the last man; or 8 year old boy. Life was so exciting back then and this fort represented all that was good. And then the rains came. Two days of torrential rain and the river kept rising and the insurmountable, the un-breachable fort was gone, carried away in the deluge. Dreams were destroyed that week in 1953 but they would appear again. We just didn't realize it at the time. It didn't cross our minds that we were actually learning one of the basics of an adventuresome life. Nothing lasts forever.

It's interesting how memories and dreams sustain us as we grow older. Life often becomes what we want it to be based on those dreams of long ago. Sadly, we too often forget to live those dreams and we forget that anything is possible in a dream.

I've always been a bit of a dreamer so those memories of long ago have stayed with me as if they happened yesterday. That doesn't mean it hasn't rained on my forts just a few times. Those memories have helped me rebuild many forts and continue to do so today. Forts though get bigger, stronger and harder to rebuild as we get older but they don't disappear. They just take more work. I've learned over these many years that those rebuilt forts have led to the greatest lessons I've ever experienced. These are the lessons that make life worthwhile, more challenging and satisfying than almost all of the other lessons combined. I like to describe them as just one of many rebirths.

My youngest daughter had just gotten married a few weeks prior to me visiting the doctor in May of 1998. This wasn't a comfortable visit but it was one where I pretty much knew what the outcome would be. As a runner and avid weight lifter I knew right away the signs of a hernia; thus my visit to the doctor. Little did I know that this visit would change my life and it would never be the same.

Over the next couple of weeks I was told that my kidneys were down to about 25% functioning and I soon required emergency surgery on my hernia. I was forced to delay the original hernia surgery due to the kidney issue. The prognosis I was given set the stage for life altering events that would take me in a direction I had never dreamed. The lessons I would learn would change me in ways that were unimaginable before that day. I would never be the same. My fort was being destroyed by torrents of bad news. My internal fortress was washed away, seemingly to never be found again.

Thus was my introduction to one of the most life altering moments in my fifty plus years and the beginning of a journey that continues even today. It's strange how these forts we build in our lives can crumble overnight. We think we can withstand anything and then the unexpected storm happens and the walls come tumbling down. What we do at that point creates the defining moments in our lives. Who we are and what we are made of screams out at us to make a statement and be heard. Whether we do or not attests to our makeup and sets the stage for making those dreams come true or letting them wash away with the turmoil.

For me it wasn't traumatic or even frightening. It was more like a slap across the face when I wasn't quite ready. Have you ever had a slap like that? A slap that hits you square in the face when you least expect it. It usually happens when we aren't looking with the painfully delivered message that life was changing forever. I had kidney disease and I actually lost my breath. My fort had failed to keep out the enemy. My walls crumbled and the invaders were close at hand. I was facing hand to hand combat and I didn't even have a weapon; or did I?

That was June of 1998 and I had just come through a pretty stressful few months. I lost my mother, mother-in-law and brother-in-law all between the first week in October 1997 and Christmas. My youngest daughter had just gotten married in May 1998 and I had just completed one of the most lucrative consulting assignments I'd had since starting my business in 1992.

To say my life was turned upside down was an understatement. I almost didn't know what to deal with first, my grief over losing my loved ones, my joy over my daughter's marriage, my elation that my business had finally taken off or the crash of a life altering illness. It was a lot to deal with but as I look back, I realize that this 8 month period of time would define my life from that point forward. I now know why we say, everything happens for a reason. I now truly understand my purpose in life. Kidney disease pushed me over the hump and forced me to see more clearly what I needed to do and that it was not as difficult or confusing as I had always made it. What I finally found was the direction I'd searched for most of my life and that direction was forward. All the trials and tribulations, all the struggles and setbacks, all the losses and seeming failures in life as well as the victories and happy times were simply a part of life. My fort could be rebuilt just like that one many years earlier. Why hadn't I seen it before?

We all have our forts destroyed at some time in our lives. Many of those forts aren't all that big or strong and some, like mine don't fall so easily; but when they do, we need a plan to rebuild. We need to think clearly and rationally and believe in our hearts that it was just a structure. It had a foundation and walls and rooms that were pieces of a life well lived but it didn't have to have a roof. It didn't have to have a ceiling that stopped us. When we realize this, we're on our way to success. So how do we rebuild those forts? We keep our wits and think things through.

We slow down and analyze the problem. Overreaction can be the death of any good plan.

We act. We do something. Procrastination never accomplishes anything.

We logically move forward, one step at a time.

We believe that this is the beginning of a new chapter in life and it may very well be the best one.

I read one time where it's never too late to become what we might have been. Don't let your life get in the way of your life. It's just not all that complicated.

Jim Dineen

Jim Dineen is an author, speaker and writer who has experienced dialysis and transplant and all of its ensuing complications in a not so complicated way. His first book, "Life's Just Not That Complicated" very concisely looks at life's challenges and asks, if it's really as difficult as we make it. He can be contacted through his web site at www.eagledreamer.com or jim@eagledreamer.com.

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Have Faith and Move Forward

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 14:00:00 +0000

I remember about a year or so ago I decided to reread Norman Vincent Peale's, The Power of Positive Thinking. I was going through a hard time. I had just been diagnosed with Breast Cancer and I was very scared!

I didn't really know what stage the cancer was. I was in the middle of having surgery to have the tumor removed and had not yet found out how far the cancer had progressed and if it was in an early "curable stage." The good news is it was, and my treatment was nothing compared with what some woman go through. I was still so scared and the emotional toll it placed on my mind and feelings was probably the hardest thing for me to deal within my life.

Anyway, just before I was diagnosed with cancer, I had decided to expand my business. I own an art gallery in a very wealthy area of California, but found that the downtown area had become less busy in the last few years. I wanted to have a satellite store in another part of town that was heavily populated with shoppers.

I had found the "perfect" spot. It was positioned between two "perfect" stores and was in a small shopping center in town that had just been renovated and was bustling with shoppers! The space had been rented and remodeled, but then the tenants backed out of the lease and it was ready for me to rent it! The rent was inexpensive and it was "MY" spot!

I had made an appointment to meet the landlord and sign the contract the next day; then I received a call from my Doctor saying that I had in fact, had Breast Cancer and we needed to operate as soon as possible. I was not able at that point to sign the contract and had to let my "perfect spot" go. It was rented shortly after that.

Within the last two years every time I had gone by that shopping center I would grunt to myself, "That space should have been mine. If I hadn't gotten cancer, I would be in that space and all would be well." I started feeling sorry for myself.

That's when I decided to reread The Power of Positive Thinking. I remember reading in the book about a man that had lost his promotion to another man that the company had brought to fill the position. He was so angry and felt that it was so unjust for the company and God to not let him have this promotion. He had worked harder and longer than the other man in the company and felt he was the "perfect" man for the job. He was devastated.

He and his wife struggled to let go of that promotion and focus on moving forward and accept that this was not the time or the job for him at this point in his career. Two years later the president of this company stepped down from his position and this man became the president of that company! What an inspirational story I thought to myself. Yes, they tell me all the time, "Sometimes when things pass you by it's because there is something better waiting for you in the wings. You need to have faith and move forward." So that's what I did. I had faith and I moved forward.

It's been a little over two years since my cancer diagnosis and I feel like I'm back to normal again. I have moved forward and a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, a friend of mine called me to tell me that there was a space opening up beside him in a very good building that has only art galleries in it. It is a building known for having very good high end galleries and collectors from all over the country and the world come to visit this building and the galleries that are in it. Well, I'm sure you know that this was my "perfect" spot! Yes in deed. I got a bigger space, in a better place, for less money!!!! I can't tell you how the story of the man in the Norman Vincent Peale book came rushing back to my mind. Yes, it is true! It is! Faith and the ability to let go and move on is what was needed. I did that, I trusted and I gave myself and God time to work things out.

Next month the gallery opens and though it is a small gallery space, it is a "perfect" space; it is the space that was given to me by God.

Karen Imperial

Feel free to email your thoughts to Karen on her story to: ktheimp@gmail.com and take the time to view her gallery website at: www.bryantstreet.com

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What Do You Fear?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 14:00:00 +0000

I watched a child in the mall yesterday as she was kicking and screaming. Her parents were trying their best to calm her down.

I also watched the people passing by them. Some shook their heads and saw the child as a spoiled, "give me what I want now," child. Others paused and offered a few kind words to both the child and parents.

"You're such a beautiful little girl. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't cry," one lady said.

"Don't be so sad. We all have bad days," added another.

"I think she's a spoiled brat," I heard one whisper to a friend.

None of themwere right. The child was neither spoiled nor having a bad day. She was afraid.

The parents told me afterwards that someone carrying a coat scared her. She's afraid of dogs. The coat looked like a big dog.

They went on to explain that it is a challenge for them to go places. Friends have dogs, neighbors nearby walk their dogs down the street.

So, you can imagine what it's like to try to get through a day without sending your child into a panic.

I can remember, as a child walking up the steps at night I would get the feeling that someone or some thing was going to grab my feet. So, I ran most of the time.

I'll admit that occasionally as an adult I do the same thing.

Fear - what you fear the most in life, owns you, controls you, limits you.

I struggle with the fear of heights, but I fight it. My wife sent me off in a glider on my 60th birthday. I was fine. I was better than fine, I was great!

If I could have one foolish child-like wish come true it would be to have the ability to fly like a bird.

The truth is fear can be debilitating. Fear cripples many, limits abilities to enjoy even the simplest things in life and in some cases stops people from having medical procedures that could prevent major health issues.

Fear also crushes dreams.

Sometimes our own fears are imposed on others around us affecting their views and impacting their ability to live life fully...all in the name of love, concern and good parenting.

Someone once used the acronym F.E.A.R as False Evidence Appearing Real.

I'm not sure that applies to all fear. One might have had a bad experience with a dog and now that fear is real, relevant in their lives.

But, I think the kind of fear I believe we can deal with is the fear that reinforces doubt.

In particular poor self image issues either self imposed or wrongfully fed to you by others in your life or the world in general.

Fear and doubt are enemies of faith. They are the enemy thatyou permit to control your decisions, even when you declare your faith in God.

You give them power over you. The enemy doesn't want you to be happy, successful, or faithful. The enemy wants you to fail and stay there. Why?

Because successful, happy, healthy people give credit for their happiness to God even when they face their fears they declare their belief in the God who fears nothing.

"Fear prevents, faith prevails!"

Bob Perks

Bob Perks is an inspirational author and speaker. Bob's new book I Wish You Enough has been published by Thomas Nelson Publishers. A collection of stories based on his Eight Wishes expressed below. Available through your favorite bookstore or online. Visit www.BobPerks.com

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The Pages Long Forgotten

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 20:36:00 +0000

Mike stepped into the used bookstore, smelled the age of old pages and smiled.

Here was a wealth of old stories, history waiting to be read, and a host of other joys. On a back shelf, he found what he was looking for, two tiers crammed with the forgotten. They'd served their use to those who once held them dear, but now gathered dust in the darkest corner of the store.

There were Italian, American, French and Greek. They contained secrets from around the world. There were collections of chicken, beef, pastries, bread, and desserts. They waited, hidden in a little explored part of the store, and hoped someone discovered their treasures.

Mike knew what to do. He picked one up, held the spine in his hand and let the book fall open. They always opened to the most used pages, the recipes loved by lost generations. The page in front of him was for a recipe called, "Beef-filled cornbread". The picture showed a delicious layer of meat and cheese, layered with cornbread and covered with a hot sauce. The pages were stained with splatters of tomato sauce. It was obviously a favorite of the previous owners. He'd try this one.

Those used the most are the best.

He found several other books, each with its own marked pages, carried them to the counter and made his purchase.

"I hope you found something you like." The cashier said.

"Oh yes. Very much! I'm sure these are exactly to my taste."

He paid for his purchase, left the store and carried them in a bag on his way to work.

In the locker room, he placed his books on the top shelf and changed into his scrubs. The recipes would wait. He had a duty.

Freshly dressed, he walked his floor. "Hello, Mrs. Smith!" He smiled at the elderly lady sitting in the sun-room reading a book. In her day, she must have been a beautiful woman. She still was, for a woman in her eighties. "How was your day?"

"Horrible!" she growled. He sat beside her, held her hand and looked into her eyes. "My grandson didn't visit me," she continued. "He promised me he'd be here today." She adjusted her shawl and tried to hide the tears about to spill from her wizened eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow." he replied. "You know how busy these young people are." He noted the tear in the corner of her eye and changed subject. "Mrs. Smith, didn't you tell me you lived during the great depression?"

A smile came to her face. "Oh, yes. What a time that was. There was no work, ya know. But we survived."

"How did you get by?"

"Well, we all worked together. Everyone worked together. We helped each other." She frowned. "It's not like today, where people are too busy to worry about anyone but themselves. In those days, we worked together. If you didn't, you starved."

"It must have been a hard time, Mrs. Smith. I don't know how you did it."

"I didn't." she grinned. "We did. We did it together, the neighbors and my family."

He left her smiling and hoped her grandson paid a visit the next day.

He moved down the hall and stepped into Mr. Walker's room. "Hey, Walk! How's things?" He used the name Walk, as all the others in the center called him. It made Walk feel comfortable.

Mr. Walker looked up from a puzzle he leaned over. "Could be better, Mike. This damn puzzle has me stumped. These eyes aren't what they used to be."

"I know, Walk. Just take your time. There's no rush."

"There is too." Walk chuckled. "I need to finish it before I die."

"Not too soon I hope." Mike said.

"Soon enough. Be glad not to have to work on this darn thing anymore anyway. Say! Have I told you about the guy who walks into a bar with a giraffe under his arm?"

Mike chuckled. Walk loved a good joke. "I don't believe you have."

Walk's face broke out in a smile. "You see, this guy walks into a bar with a giraffe under his arm. He has a few beers. The giraffe falls asleep on the floor. The bartender looks down, sees the giraffe and asks, 'What's that lying on the floor?'

"The guy says, 'That's not a lion! That's a giraffe.'"

Walk broke into a laugh that turned into a coughing spell. Mike slapped him on the back. "Come on, Walk. Cough it up."

Walk got himself under control. "Thought I wasn't going to finish this damn puzzle after all."

"You're OK now. I got your back."

I know about covering someone's back." Walk sat straight his seat. "I was in WWII ya know."

"I heard that. Did you have a hard time?" Mike asked.

"Mike, you have no idea. It was the winter of '41, or was it '42. I can't remember now. Snow was up to here." Walk pointed to his thigh. "We were on the front. The enemy was close ."

Thirty minutes later, Mike said, "WOW! That's a story, Walk." He paused. "Walk, I knew you were in the war, but I don't think I ever thanked you. I want to say, 'Thank you.' You made us safe."

"Ah, stop it. It was nothing." Walk turned to his puzzle, too embarrassed to continue their talk. He and others knew what they did, but don't want to take credit. It's an unspoken rule between the veterans. They did what they had to.

Mike continued on his rounds, held hands, shared hugs and listened.

Here they were, like the cookbooks, sitting in dark corners, ignored. Mike knew what to do. He held them, let their hearts fall open, and found the pages stained with use.

They are the most valued. They are the pages long forgotten.

Michael T. Smith

Michael has recently been published in two Chicken Soup for the Soul Books (All in the Family and Things I Learned from My Cat), in "Thin Threads - Life Changing Moments" and in Catholic Digest.

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Train Your Thoughts to Help You

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 14:00:00 +0000

I was looking out the window yesterday and wondered when the sun would burn out. In a single moment I immediately recognized my deliberate thinking of doom. I don't even know where it came from. I can be doing well in most areas of my life then suddenly a negative thought will invade my psyche. It almost seems to come without provocation.

When this happens, I intentionally transfer my thoughts to something pleasant and the despairing thoughts slowly fade away. I feel that I must take a consistent inventory of my thoughts as well as my actions on a regular basis because being human means working toward the positive every minute of your life. It is so easy to think of something destructive and fall into a pattern of doom. Sometimes it may take a minute to recover but if we are not careful, a moment could turn into days, weeks, and months before we realize that we have been sabotaged by an unattended negative thought.

Early in my life I did not recognize the correlation between thoughts and well-being. Thoughts fly through the mind at speeds we are unable to fathom. So why would we think disturbing or fearful thoughts could take over if we are in conscious thought? They cannot. Most of our thoughts are not deliberate. The majority of time the subconscious mind, out of pure habit, spins all kinds of thoughts in and out of our conscious minds.

Check in with your thoughts from time to time and examine what you are thinking. If you are stuck in traffic, cleaning your house, doing laundry, or trying to relax, monitor the thoughts aimlessly swirling in and out of your mind. Are they all useful? Are some of your thoughts actually doing you a disservice? Do some thoughts need to be replaced with positive affirmations?

Letting your mind wander is not always productive to your overall well-being.

I think negative thoughts in particular crop up from our subconscious and creep into our awareness any time we have a bout with physical or emotional stress. I guess the main thing for me to remember here is that stress is almost always caused by a reaction to something or someone. My anxiety level will begin to rise and before I know it, I run with pain consuming my body. To calm myself, I stop, sit, and listen to my body. My energy now has to be directed to positive energy in order for the threshold of pain to stop. Finding a quiet place in my mind, I surrender to my higher power and ask for relief. A pause of relief simmers in my mind and I know that listening to my body is a direct contact with a power greater than I. Relief, recovery, and love take over.

The sun might burn out one day because it is a star. But my stars are higher than the sun. My vision is beyond what I see. I am not alone. I am happy. I believe in miracles. I am safe.

Brenda T. Brown (Ms. B) has published her first poetry book entitled Every Mother’s Daughter. She continues to write, teach, and help others take steps in the direction of their dreams. Visit her website at: www.brendatbrown.webs.com

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Courtesy Is Kindness in Action

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 14:00:00 +0000

As a society we have become almost obsessed with identifying and asserting our rights - to think, say, and do what we want. That's not surprising, given the history of our country and the prominent role the Constitution and Bill of Rights have played in shaping our culture.

We have a right to be unkind, thoughtless, and disrespectful - but it isn't right. Ralph Waldo Emerson pointed out, "Life is short but there is always time for courtesy."

The idea is to act in ways that make the people we are dealing with feel valued. Courtesy is kindness in action.

It starts with good manners - saying please, thank you, and excuse me. But real courtesy involves more thoughtful ways of showing respect. Courtesy is a form of kindness. It matters how we address people and how we greet them, as well as how we eat, talk, and cough in their presence.

Courtesy involves remembering important occasions, buying thoughtful gifts, and sending personal thank-you notes.

Making people feel important is part of courtesy, so it's important to remember that whether or not people remember what we say or do, they do remember how we made them feel.

Make eye contact, truly listen, and show genuine interest in the lives of others by asking them questions and remembering their answers. A good start is to keep in mind H. Jackson Brown's insight: "Everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something."

Always be kinder than necessary because you can never be too kind.

Michael Josephson
www.charactercounts.org

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Distinctive Thoughts on Education

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 14:00:00 +0000

“The aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think, than what to think - rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with thoughts of other men.”
~Bill Beattie

“The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.”
~Sydney J. Harris

“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.”
~Albert Einstein

“The school is the last expenditure upon which America should be willing to economize.”
~Franklin D. Roosevelt

“It'll be a great day when education gets all the money it wants and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy bombers.”
~Author unknown, quoted in You Said a Mouthful, Ronald D. Fuchs, ed.

“An educational system isn't worth a great deal if it teaches young people how to make a living but doesn't teach them how to make a life.”
~Author Unknown

“If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.”
~Attributed to both Andy McIntyre and Derek Bok

“It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.”
~Robert G. Ingersoll

“To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.”
~A.A. Milne

“The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives.”
~Robert Maynard Hutchins

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”
~Victor Hugo

“Why should society feel responsible only for the education of children, and not for the education of all adults of every age?”
~Erich Fromm

“Education would be much more effective if its purpose was to ensure that by the time they leave school every boy and girl should know how much they do not know, and be imbued with a lifelong desire to know it.”
~William Haley

“Education's purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one.”
~Malcolm S. Forbes

“An educated person is one who has learned that information almost always turns out to be at best incomplete and very often false, misleading, fictitious, mendacious - just dead wrong.”
~R. Baker

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing worth knowing can be taught.”
~Oscar Wilde

“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”
~Robert Frost

“The modern world belongs to the half-educated, a rather difficult class, because they do not realize how little they know.”
~William R. Inge

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
~Aristotle

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
~Mark Twain

“Education is the movement from darkness to light.”
~Allan Bloom

“Much education today is monumentally ineffective. All too often we are giving young people cut flowers when we should be teaching them to grow their own plants.”
~John W. Gardner

“There is nothing so stupid as the educated man if you get him off the thing he was educated in.”
~Will Rogers

“Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire.”
~William Butler Yeats

“A good teacher must know the rules; a good pupil, the exceptions.”
~Martin H. Fischer

“Too often we give children answers to remember rather than problems to solve.”
~Roger Lewin

“They say that we are better educated than our parents' generation. What they mean is that we go to school longer. It is not the same thing.”
~Richard Yates

“I think everyone should go to college and get a degree and then spend six months as a bartender and six months as a cabdriver. Then they would really be educated.”
~Al McGuire

“Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't.”
~Pete Seeger

“We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The great difficulty in education is to get experience out of ideas.”
~George Santayana

“You can get all A's and still flunk life.”
~Walker Percy

“The one real object of education is to have a man in the condition of continually asking questions.” ~Bishop Mandell Creighton

“If you sincerely desire a truly well-rounded education, you must study the extremists, the obscure and "nutty." You need the balance! Your poor brain is already being impregnated with middle-of-the-road crap, twenty-four hours a day, no matter what. Network TV, newspapers, radio, magazines at the supermarket...even if you never watch, read, listen, or leave your house, even if you are deaf and blind, the telepathic pressure alone of the uncountable normals surrounding you will insure that you are automatically well-grounded in consensus reality.”
~Ivan Stang

To Win the Future We Must Invest in Education

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 00:55:00 +0000

On January 25, 2011 President Obama suggested in the State of the Union Address a need to increase investment on research, education and infrastructure. He stated:

“Maintaining our leadership in research and technology is crucial to America's success. But if we want to win the future -- if we want innovation to produce jobs in America and not overseas -- then we also have to win the race to educate our kids.

Think about it. Over the next 10 years, nearly half of all new jobs will require education that goes beyond a high school education. And yet, as many as a quarter of our students aren't even finishing high school. The quality of our math and science education lags behind many other nations. America has fallen to ninth in the proportion of young people with a college degree. And so the question is whether all of us -- as citizens, and as parents -- are willing to do what's necessary to give every child a chance to succeed.

That responsibility begins not in our classrooms, but in our homes and communities. It's family that first instills the love of learning in a child. Only parents can make sure the TV is turned off and homework gets done. We need to teach our kids that it's not just the winner of the Super Bowl who deserves to be celebrated, but the winner of the science fair. We need to teach them that success is not a function of fame or PR, but of hard work and discipline.”

Want a Stronger Democracy? Invest in Education.

As Benjamin Franklin stated, “An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest [and] the only thing more expensive than education is ignorance.”

The Dolphin: Story of a Dreamer

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 16:48:00 +0000

"The Dolphin" is an enchanting tale of courage, and rising above fears and limits. A lonely dolphin named Daniel Alexander Dolphin sets out to fulfill his destiny and learns that to achieve his goals he must not only act, but dream, and not only plan, but believe. The wisdom he aquires can inspire we humans as well:

~ Following Your Dreams ~

"There comes a time in life

when there is nothing else to do

but to go your own way.

A time to follow your dreams.

A time to raise the sails of your

own beliefs."

~Remembering Who You Are~

"Never forget: When you’re just about to give up,
when you feel that life has been
too hard on you,
remember who you are.
Remember your dream."

~Overcoming Fear of Failure~

"Most of us are not prepared to overcome

our failures, and because of this

we are not able to fulfill our gifts.

It is easy to stand for something

that does not carry a risk."

~Overcoming Limits~

"Discovering new worlds will not only

bring you happiness and wisdom,

but also sadness and fear.

How could you value happiness

without knowing what sadness is?

How could you achieve wisdom

without facing your own fears?

In the end, the great challenge in life

is to overcome

the limits within yourself,

pushing them to places you would never

have dreamed they could go."

~Following Your Heart~

"Perhaps dreams are made of

lots of hard work.

Perhaps if we try to cut corners,

we lose track of

the reason we started dreaming,

and at the end we find that

the dream no longer belongs to us.

Perhaps if we just follow the

wisdom from our heart, then time

will make sure we get to our destiny."

~Letting Instinct Lead to Wisdom~

"Falling into the deepest desperation
gives you the chance to find
your true nature.
Just as dreams come alive
when you least expect them to,
so will the answers to questions
you cannot unfold.
Let your instinct
build a trail of wisdom,
and let your fears be
diminished by hope."

~Finding Great Depth~

"Some things will always be stronger

than time and distance.

Deeper than languages and ways.

Like following your dreams,

and learning to be yourself.

Sharing with others

the magic you have found..."

~Staying Forever Young~

"There are some things you cannot see

with your eyes.

You have to see them with your heart,

and that’s the hard part of it.

For instance,

if you find the spirit of the youngster

inside of you,

with your memories and his dreams,

you two will walk together,

trying to find a way through this

adventure called life.

Always trying to make the best of it.

And your heart will never become tired or old..."

~Discovering Your Greatest Treasure~

"Follow your dreams. Listen to your heart.

Whatever others might tell you,

never forget that you only live once

and that your dreams, big or small,

are the greatest treasures that will

guide your life to a unique and wonderful destiny.

Don’t let your fears stand in the way of your dreams."

Excerpted from The Dolphin: Story of a Dreamer, by Sergio F. Bambaren.

Daring To Take Risks

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 17:04:00 +0000

The first time anything new and creative is proposed, it gets labeled. And the label put on these novel things is likely to be "risky." Can't you just hear it?

"Let me get this straight, Orville. You and Wilbur are building a machine that will do what? Heavier-than-air flying machines are the riskiest hoax anybody ever palmed off on two gullible boys like you Wrights. Get a real job!"

Or maybe it was somebody's harebrained idea of talking pictures, black and white children attending the same school, or people walking on the moon. More than one person was berated simply for giving voice to such "silly" ideas.

It turns out that some of the people who dared to propose such outlandish possibilities are now regarded as geniuses - revolutionaries - heroes. And it was only because they dared to question others and to question themselves. They challenged the limitations others were willing to take for granted.

There is something in your profession or business, your family or church that could be done better. A situation could be more productive. A relationship could be healthier. An objective could be clarified. Some lofty ideal to which all in the group give lip service could actually be implemented. But I warn you up front: Like restoring a car or house, it will take twice as long as you thought, cost far more than you anticipated, and strain every important relationship in your life!

Only you can decide if it will be worth it to undertake something so ambitious and costly. There will be false starts. There will be embarrassing mistakes along the way. But the potential outcome could be as important to your personal situation as the achievements of the Wright brothers, Rosa Parks, and Neil Armstrong were to their time and place.

The problem with our world is not that there are no more frontiers to challenge and conquer. It's that there are too few explorers. There are too few people willing to ask the obvious questions and challenge the traditional wisdom. In a word, too few of us want to take the risks that could make us look stupid.

If you are fortunate enough to have a dream in your heart, be willing to make mistakes in pursuit of it. Be a risk-taker. You just might change the world.

By Rubel Shelly

Rubel Shelly is a Preacher and Professor of Religion and Philosophy located in Rochester Hills, Michigan. In addition to church and academic responsibilities, he has worked actively with such community projects as Habitat for Humanity, American Red Cross, From Nashville With Love, Metro (Nashville) Public Schools, Faith Family Medical Clinic, and Operation Andrew Ministries. To learn more about Rubel please go to: www.RubelShelly.com

Martin Luther King, Jr. "I Have a Dream"

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 19:59:00 +0000

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

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Entrancing Life Hypnotherapy: Change Your Life By Changing Your Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 21:14:00 +0000

Gwenn shares a hypnosis session and information in the video below:

Gwenn Henkel is a Certified Master Hypnotherapist, Certified Medical Hypnotherapist, and Certified Hypnoanesthesiologist. She is a member of The National Board for Hypnotherapy and Hypnotic Anesthesiology, The International Association of Counselors & Therapists, The American Association of Professional Hypnotherapists, and The American Board of Hypnotherapy.

Hypnosis is a wonderful and natural way to help make changes in a person's life. Hypnosis is not new. It has been documented back as early as the 1500's and was finally accepted by the American Medical Association as alternative health care in 1994. Hypnosis has gained momentum and acceptance as part of the evolution of our health care system, and is now frequently used in hospitals and clinics around the world.

The techniques of hypnosis are not difficult to learn. With the guidance of a qualified Hypnotherapist, you can gain the tools from the subconscious mind to help transform behaviors that you want to change, easily, effortlessly and naturally. Hypnosis is intended for use in conjunction with your current medical care, not as a replacement for your current medical advisors.

Gwenn studied at the Palo Alto School of Hypnotherapy, which is one of the most well known and respected hypnotherapist schools in the the country. Since 1977, the Palo Alto School of Hypnotherapy, which is licensed by the State of California and the Department of Secondary Education, has trained thousands of hypnotherapists.

Gwenn specializes in helping people with chronic pain conditions such as fibromyalgia, Myofacial pain syndrome and chronic fatigue syndrome. Gwenn was diagnosed with all three of these maladies in 1996 and because of hypnosis, she now lives and active, pain free life again!

Gwenn is offering the following special for new clients this month:

HYPNOTHERAPY SPECIAL FOR FIRST-TIME CLIENTS!

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This offer is good from

January 11-Janurary 29th

Call now to make your appointment with Gwenn Henkel, CMH, MH

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Don’t miss this great opportunity to make those changes in your life starting out this New Year!

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Review of A Course in Weight Loss

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 14:00:00 +0000

A Course In Weight Loss
21 Spiritual Lessons for Surrendering
Your Weight Forever
by Marianne Williamson

A Course in Weight Loss written by Marianne Williamson offers readers 21 Spiritual Lessons to help people release their excess weight.

Williamson connects spirituality with weight loss and by doing so opens up a new realm of possibility for healing. She offers clear and practical lessons to those suffering from food addictions, compulsive eating behaviors, and eating disorders.

This book looks beyond food, which is not the problem, and delves into the mental, emotional, and spiritual psyche of the person behind the food. Williamson encourages readers to surrender to their higher-power for healing and help. By tapping into this greater power, a person struggling with their weight finds hope to allow healing to begin, faith to bring about miraculous changes, and strength to follow through with their journey.

Marianne Williamson’s book is filled with prayers and easy tasks to complete. She asks readers to stop and reflect on past events, focus on the present moment, and direct their attention to a desired future existence. Readers will also find many positive affirmations to uplift their spirit. There is a journal at the end of the book to record thoughts and feelings. Williamson’s faith, humor, and personal experiences found in this book make it easy to read.

First and foremost, I believe this is an interactive book that does require a reader’s participation in order for it to be successful. I also think this is a book for someone that has a leaning toward spirituality or is spiritually open and is really ready to change; ready to lose weight.

I am a fan of Marianne Williamson and as part of Hay House’s New Release Reviewers Program, I received A Course in Weight Loss for free to review. Since I am not currently struggling with my weight, I would not have readily chosen this book to read. However, in the past I was in battle with my weight for many years so I could easily relate with the content. Like this book states, I found the biggest breakthrough happened when I truly accepted myself as I was and fell in love with myself. I found when I loved me, I treated myself better and all the excess weight started to dissolve right before my eyes. Two years later, I still love me and I am still at a healthy weight.

Within this book, I found many other topics that not only related to weight loss but also related to life in general. Some of my favorite quotes to illustrate this were:

“As with any serious journey of self-discovery,

there are days when we detour into darkness

as we make our way toward light.”

“You were taught to be self-reliant, and of course

that is a good thing. But your dependence on God

is not the abdication of responsibility; it is the ultimate

taking of responsibility. It doesn’t make you less powerful

to acknowledge a Higher Power; it makes you more

powerful, because it gives you access to the power of faith.”

“Fear is like a thief with endless patience, casually

circling your house in the belief that you will ultimately

be careless enough to leave one of the doors unlocked.

It will simply hide and wait…It is that sly, that insidious,

and that vicious. Your job is to post enough angels

around your house that the thief cannot get in.”

The Foreword by Dean Ornish, M.D. was very thought provoking and added a great beginning to this book. This book is dedicated to Oprah Winfrey and A Course in Weight Loss was listed as Oprah’s Ultimate Favorite Things in 2010.

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Choosing Fear or Choosing Faith

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 14:00:00 +0000

Fear is the true root of all mishap.
A creator of victims, that starts as a
small spark of insecurity.

Igniting our frame with the doubt of ourselves
and our abilities to manifest that which is
perfect for our growth,
it multiplies in our psyche
creating images many times their actual size
blinding us to the vast possibilities within our grasp.

We become fascinated with fear's expansion
feeling fully compelled to feed it.
Suddenly fear becomes larger than ourselves
and we are lost within its grasp.

Better to live fearlessly.
Rip it from your heart deliberately.
Experience that eternal moment of freedom
often mistaken for emptiness.

Allow love to flow in.
You'll never miss fear once it's gone.
It is only the anticipation of fear leaving
that begs it to stay.

Let it go........

Fear will lie to you
in its quest for survival.
Fear is necessary
only to itself.

See the truth.

Know

No fear.

*Source Unknown

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To Help Me Look Within God Sent Me an Angel

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 14:00:00 +0000

All I saw was a McDonald's bag. I could smell the obnoxious odor of fried beef and fried potatoes; I hated McDonald's food. I transferred this feeling to the person who entered the room because it was his fault that I was feeling like this. He was holding the bag. His name was Jeff. Jeff belongs to an anonymous family of people trying to reach serenity through a power greater than themselves with a vigilant pursuit in spiritual principles to find the best of life. I never saw the person because I had already built a boundary between us. How long did it take? How long does it take to smell? Not long. So, I transferred the feeling of doom to a person I didn't even know. The mind that is undirected in spiritual principles and not accompanied by a higher power responds to everyday life just this way.

On, December 31, 2010, Jeff was found dead on the floor in his bedroom. Now, how do I feel? I pushed him away because of my own prejudice. He was a happy spirit trapped in compulsive behavior that had made his life miserable. He had health problems, self-esteem problems, eating problems, back problems, leg problems, feet problems, and living arrangement problems. He had so many problems that I wondered how he mustered up the strength to attend meetings every day.

He walked with a limp sideways because his shoes were very old and worn which caused him to wobble. He was always carrying a big drink container with an oversized food bag full of goodies he snacked on during the meetings. He wore double-layered clothes and had a pair of gloves. He moved around many times during the meeting, going to the lavatory, getting up to put a used cup or paper in the trash, and sometimes he would just stand up for minutes at a time because his back hurt or he got sleepy.

But in spite of all the movement and all the distractions, Jeff was at every meeting. I remember one day in particular; he got up to go to the lavatory. I was talking during the time and he just stood in front of me like I could read his mind. He suddenly interrupted me and asked for the lavatory key. I became livid, but I handed him the keys. At the end of the meeting I said, "Jeff, don't ever interrupt me when I am talking." The look in his eyes were like big water drops; he felt he had hurt me and was sorry. In that moment I felt as tall as an ant.

Jeff would hug everyone at every meeting. He made his rounds like clock-work. I resented this spirit that he had. I got to the point that I didn't want him to hug me but I allowed him to hug me anyway. I didn't want him to say, "Hi, Brenda." Jeff always said, "Hi Brenda,” and I didn't tell him to stop. I didn't want what he had to give. I am truly a broken person for feeling like I did not deserve his love. I would do anything for a, “Hi” and one of his hugs right now. He was like me, broken and reaching out for love. Too often, I do not realize that the person I resent the most is me for needing other people. I needed Jeff and my higher power made sure I got a chance to meet him. I didn't understand that God sent me an angel so I could look at myself.

The last time I saw Jeff, he came into the meeting with a McDonald's bag. He came in late so I missed his hug that night. I missed his, “Hi.” I noticed he had on new shoes that were green and black. He didn't wobble anymore. He sat down and then he moved to a seat between two other people. He began his usual ritual -- eating chicken, french fires, and yogurt. He had his big drink and his oversized food bag. He had a smile on his face although he was very ill. He showed us how to work a program of love.

I will truly miss Jeff; I didn't know how much I cared for him until now. He never missed a meeting and I loved that about him. There is so much I loved about him and I never told him. But, I think Jeff knew I loved him because he never stopped giving me love. I watched him like a mother watches her own children. Jeff was one of my children. I will miss him. I will always love him.

Looking back on this experience I have learned that we don't pick the people that come into our lives and their presence is no accident. The universe is constantly giving us answers and sometimes we misunderstand the lesson at first, but the universe does not give up teaching us what we need to know or what we need to learn: to be human and share ourselves. Forgiveness is a learned experience that God gives us as a tool. We must first forgive ourselves before we can forgive others. We must love ourselves before we can love others. This is why I must always believe that the answers are right in front of me if I open my heart and listen.

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Bringing Gratitude of 2010 into New Year’s Intention's for 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 14:00:00 +0000

Whether you are ringing in the New Year with a loved or watching the ball drop in Times Square on TV in your jammies by yourself, revelry and resolutions have been essential to New Year’s Day.

The New Year did not always begin on January 1 and it does not begin on that date everywhere today.

In 2,000 BCE the ancient Babylonians celebrated New Year's on what is now March 23. It was an eleven day celebration and marked the new beginning of the spring season. Each day celebrated a different purpose such as returning borrowed items and repaying debts.

Originally, the Romans celebrated New Year’s Day on March 23rd as well, until they decided to synchronize their calendar with the sun. Around 154 BCE the Roman Senate declared January 1 the first day of the New Year. The first month of the year was renamed January in honor of Janus, who was the god of gates, doorways, beginnings, endings, and time. Janus is often depicted as having two heads, one looking forward and one looking behind. With two heads, Janus could look back on the past events and into the future simultaneously. Janus became the ancient symbol for resolutions and many Romans looked for forgiveness from their enemies and also exchanged gifts before the beginning of each year.

Once a tradition of celebrating life and performing simple deeds, people now make ostensible resolutions to quit smoking, lose weight, exercise more, be happier, spend more time with family, and to make the New Year better than the last. While improving yourself is a wonderful declaration, it is most notable to understand why you want to make these changes. Resolutions involve change and if one really has no desire to change, the new resolution becomes obsolete.

If you absolutely want to break bad habits and have big plans for 2011, then by all means shout out those declarations for all to hear. I believe you can do and achieve anything your heart desires. If you really want to make it so, it will become so. I never underestimate the determination and perseverance of another’s heart.

I on the other hand handle my New Year’s resolutions a little bit differently. Instead of becoming another unfulfilled promise to myself I make my intentions for the New Year very carefully. I think New Year’s resolutions should be fun and practical. I do not wish to set myself up for failure or disappointment so I know I am not going to make grandiose promises I cannot keep. I do not say I will climb Mount Everest by the end of 2011 because first: hell must freeze over, chickens must finally be able to fly, and my hair has to magically stop turning gray before I ever even contemplate such a feat. In short, if I genuinely have no desire to accomplish something it will not become a resolution.

What I like to do is to take some time and look back on the previous year and list what I have learned and most importantly what I was grateful for. This list becomes overwhelming in a good way and I get to see how much I have grown. I make an intention to continue this practice of reflective gratitude into the New Year. I look at my list and decide what I want to see more of in the year to come. By focusing on the goodness of the past and being grateful for it, I ensure that positivity continues into the future.

Some of my intentions for the New Year are:

To continue to love myself – When I love me, I eat healthy, I go for walks, I take care of myself, etc.
To continue to stay in contact with family and friends – I want my relationships to always remain strong so I know I must continue to nurture them.
To continue to work on myself – For me this involves continuing to maintain an open heart and mind, writing, going to school, meditating, and other spiritual work for spiritual growth.
To continue to read good books – Being partnered with a publisher makes this one fairly easy.
To continue to focus on the present and enjoy it – The past is gone and the future is undetermined; all I have is now. I will continue to make plans for my future but I will not squander my energy by trying to live there.

These kinds of New Year’s resolutions work for me. They are not extravagant and I know I can succeed because they are a part of my life already. Although these intentions still involve changes, they are changes I am happy to continue to make. They are all about becoming better and that is always good.

Look to the past and bid it a fond farewell,

bring to the present that which you wish to keep,

and intend a positive future by wishing it well.

At the stroke of midnight kiss your past, present,

and future at once purifying and unifying it all.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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An Answer to a Christmas Prayer

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 25 Dec 2010 14:00:00 +0000

Let us remember to help someone during this season. If everyone made an effort to remember to help one person, what a difference this would make in the world. One person serving another impacts life in ways indiscernible to the eye.

Who is on your list? Who needs you?

Listen to your heart and the person who needs you will come to mind.

I was going out to the store yesterday and the person I needed to help came to mind. I called this individual and even though she did not ask for help, I knew that she needed me to extend my hand. What a compliment I received when she said that God had heard her prayer. She told me about her troubles and I had no idea that she was struggling to put food on her table. I went to her home and gave her my gifts of support and love because I was open enough to hear the message from my higher power that she needed help.

I am grateful that I was able to be of service to her and that I was open enough to be guided.

All gifts do not come wrapped up in pretty paper under a tree. The gift of love should be given every day. Look around and you will see that someone needs you right now. Help someone today and the blessings you will receive will uplift your spirit and fulfill your purpose by being of service to someone who needs you. You could be the answer to someone’s prayers.

Remember to extend love, compassion, and kindness to another being each and every day.

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For the Man Who Hated Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 19:49:00 +0000

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas--oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it--overspending... the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma---the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears.

It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids - all kids - and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition--one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn’t end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down the envelope.

Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.

By Nancy W. Gavin

This true story was originally published in the December 14, 1982 issue of Woman’s Day magazine. It was the first place winner out of thousands of entries in the magazine’s “My Most Moving Holiday Tradition” contest in which readers were asked to share their favorite holiday tradition and the story behind it. The story inspired a family from Atlanta, Georgia to start The White Envelope Project and Giving101, a nonprofit organization dedicated to educating youth about the importance of giving. To learn more about honoring a loved one through this special tradition, please visit www.Giving101.org/WhiteEnvelopeProject. On the site, you can browse a catalog of unique giving opportunities, create and send your own white envelope gift, purchase charity gift cards, and more.

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Surviving Being Alone on Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 14:00:00 +0000

Four more days until families and friends unite to spend one of the most celebrated seasons together. Being far from home and away from all the people I love during Christmas time makes my heart sink just enough to miss everyone but remain grateful that I have loved ones to miss.

Going to parades and the Christmas tree lighting with all the families and couples in town proved to be too much for my heart to bear. I have never spent a Christmas without loved ones so I had to figure out how to handle my feelings of joy and loneliness. I discovered a few ways to keep the spirit of Christmas within and around me without the company of my family or friends.

Thank Goodness for Technology: It makes it easier to keep in touch so I have been using my cell phone, email, and webcam to chat with everyone. This is bittersweet because although I am able to see and hear the people I love I am not able to hug them.
Socializing: I have been going out and interacting with others who appear to be on their own this time of year. Face to face social interaction elevates the spirits and the connection made lessens the sting of solitude in the season. This is true no matter the season.
Community Involvement: There are food banks, toy drives, and church dinners for the homeless that need volunteers. By helping others we help ourselves.
Cherished Memories: I find reflecting on Christmas memories gone by help fill a bit of what is missing in the now. I travel back in my mind and bring forth love and laughter into my present experience.
Music and Movies: I love listening to Christmas songs and watching Christmas movies. Both also hold special memories and serve the purpose of distracting me while whisking me away for a moment in time.

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The Best Christmas Gift of All

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 22:33:00 +0000

I have always sent out Christmas cards every year since I was a teenager. I would send them out to everyone including people I have not talked to in months and to people I have not seen in years. This year, not feeling in tune with the Christmas Spirit, I chose not to send out any cards. And of course the one year I choose not to do this is the year I get the most wonderful unexpected surprise of my life.

When I was around 5 years old, my parents and my two younger brothers, moved next door to this elderly couple. From the moment we moved in, it was clear that there was some discord between them and our family. Years passed by and many battles over noise, land, trespassing, and other disputes caused me to not like them and in turn I figured they hated us. We also heard they did not like their own children so we concluded for certain that they did not like my brothers and me.

Years later after my mother’s divorce, things began to change and a reconciling slowly took place due to the fact my mom always extended a kind hand their way. If she saw them, she would always stop and chat for a bit especially with the woman. As time passed, the elderly woman began to have many health problems and my mother would always show concern for her well being. If the man was working on something, my mom would offer a compliment on a job well done. Before my brothers and I knew it, these cold, hard people actually became warm and friendly. If we walked by, they would stop and talk to us. We, in time, thought of them as our adopted grandparents.

Eventually we all moved away but the couple remained there in the old neighborhood. I kept in touch via my yearly Christmas card, even though I never received one back in return. It did not matter though because I do not send out cards in order to receive. My purpose is just to give. Last December, my mom flew into town and we decided to go and visit our favorite elderly couple. I had already sent them their Christmas card.

Upon our visit, we learned his wife had passed away a few months back. One of his daughter’s had come to live with him and it was apparent how distraught he was. But in his grief, he turned to me and thanked me for the beautiful card I had sent him. I thought about him on the ride home and how a life without her would be very hard for him. The story of how they met is what helps me continue to believe in romantic soul mates.

One year later, a few days before Christmas, I opened my mailbox and inside laid the most magnificent present I have ever received. It was a Christmas card from my favorite elder man. I opened it up and read what he had written. It stated how last year was the most difficult time in his life and he was sorry he did not send me a card back. He wrote he missed our family and it was nice seeing us again. He also saved my card from last year because he thought it was so nice. And he signed it with, “We didn’t forget”.

Well my heart filled with so much joy and the tears flowed non-stop. After all these years, I know I have made a difference in someone’s life and he and his wife have definitely made a difference in mine. I did not have anything to do today but my purpose became clear. I immediately ran out and purchased him a personal Christmas card of his very own and included a little key chain, in memory of his wife, with the Corinthians passage of, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I know he misses his wife terribly and I shared with him the many things he made my heart feel today. I will forever be grateful for the little Christmas card that reminded me of the true reason why I send out cards; to let people know they are never alone.

Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs. M.

*Re-posted from 12/09/10

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Slowing Down One Thought at a Time

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 14:00:00 +0000

by Ms. B

I feel hibernated from me sometimes because I keep putting things off. I constantly think that I will have plenty of time to do it all and all the while the truth is that I only have now.

Presently, I am using this time to write and this makes me happy. I seem to be able to get in my own mind when I write. Confusing thoughts find their way to understanding. I don’t know exactly how this works, but I do know that it works. Our mind can only effectively manage one thought at a time.

When my mind is filled with superfluous thoughts, I think that I am multi-tasking but I’m really just stressing myself completely. Thinking I’m doing more than I can always tenses me. So if I just head off the confusion by doing one thing at a time, then I get relief from my own psyche.

I don't always understand my thoughts and writing helps me because I can return to my thoughts in the future. The more experience I have with time the more I understand the advantage of taking time for myself and allowing time for myself. These are two important things. When I take “me” time, I use it with great self-respect. I want my time to myself so I can vegetate in my world of dreams amongst other things. This time helps me clear my head which leads to a focus on what I need to do for me. Allowing time for myself, means I am doing the right thing for me at that moment. When my mind is settled and my intention is clear, I can engage in productive activities which I love like writing my poetry book.

So just for now I am writing and thinking that this feels good one word at a time. I have learned not to rush my thoughts or my time. I savor them like eating grapes, jelly beans, or reese’s pieces one at a time. I enjoy. I love. I believe.

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