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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Apologies

Just moved across the country and had no internet connection for about a week, so no updated statuses until today.  I'm back up for business and looking forward to this new chapter in my life.  Thanks for your patience and for checking in! :0)

b.


Friday, March 19, 2010

Information is not going to make us intelligent

Received this quote of J. Krishnamurti from the Krishnamurti Foundation today, and wanted to share....very moving. :0)


"It is obvious that radio music is a marvelous escape. Next door, they kept the thing going all day long and far into the night. The father went off to his office fairly early. The mother and daughter worked in the house or in the garden; and when they worked in the garden the radio blared louder. Apparently the son also enjoyed the music and the commercials, for when he was at home the radio went on just the same. By means of the radio one can listen endlessly to every kind of music, from the classical to the very latest; one can hear mystery plays, news, and all the things that are constantly being broadcast. There need be no conversation, no exchange of thought, for the radio does almost everything for you. The radio, they say, helps students to study; and there is more milk if at milking time the cows have music. The odd part about all this is that the radio seems to alter so little the course of life. It may make some things a little more convenient; we may have global news more quickly and hear murders described most vividly; but information is not going to make us intelligent. The thin layer of information about the horrors of atomic bombing, about international alliances, research into chlorophyll, and so on, does not seem to make any fundamental difference in our lives. We are as war-minded as ever, we hate some other group of people, we despise this political leader and support that, we are duped by organized religions, we are nationalistic, and our miseries continue; and we are intent on escapes, the more respectable and organized the better. To escape collectively is the highest form of security. In facing what is, we can do something about it; but to take flight from what is inevitably makes us stupid and dull, slaves to sensation and confusion."

- Commentaries on Living Series I Chapter 27 The Radio and Music



Saturday, November 7, 2009

Love and Acceptance through the years...

Moving through the sky, clouds whisking by, I’m attempting to grab hold of each one as I swiftly fall, yet my hands pass right through.  No matter how solid they appear, how wide or long, I repeatedly experience the same dreaded effect…fear, then sadness, then disappointment.  I look toward each minuscule drop of moisture as if it were my sole provider of life, then continue my descent only to search again and again for a solid, life-saving connection. 

 

As I approach the side of a steep cliff I consider grabbing hold of it and hope a boulder might jut out enough for a semi-safe landing.  I know I will likely be physically harmed if I find one, yet know that if it is solid ground I may reach…I’m lucky.   I begin to grasp the tips of roots and tree limbs protruding out of the side of this magnificent precipice only to find them to be flimsy at best, but I am encouraged as they are real.  I wonder how they even exist up here so high with what looks to be no sustenance. They wonder the same about me.  They are weak and brittle.  My hands are cut and I am bleeding. 

 

As I fall further the limbs begin to feel stronger, they are breaking as I grasp them but I can tell I am coming nearer to a water source as they become more flexible, healthy, and reliable.  I am decelerating now as the branches are supporting my weight, not fully, but enough to give me a small bit of hope that I might reach a safe place and take a breath, a deep peaceful breath, soon. 

 

I see flat surfaces below me along the side of the steep hillside and know that is where I must go.  Though beaten and bruised, oozing and scarred, I prefer that reality to the empty, uncertain one, falling forever and grasping for something non-existent, disregarding and powerless.  The earth may be harsh, honest and even frightening at times but at least it exists…at least I can touch it, feel it, smell it and know it is alive.   And I see it approaching. 

 

BAM!  I’ve landed.  I am hurt, broken in fact, but I feel the need to just sit and breathe, loosen my tense muscles and bask in the knowledge that I am now able to BEGIN.  I know that sitting still with my open lacerations infused with grime is not the wisest decision, but I stop myself from worrying, knowing that just a few feet away, though I must climb down to reach it, is a precious stream of water…water that will expose my wounds and heal them, nurture my body, drench my thirst and cleanse my soul.   The water appears turbulent at times and I must say it frightens me, but it is alive…it is constant and it is available. Though it flows, it is tangible.  I will learn to trust it.  I will learn to ride its waves and currents. I will savor in its stillness and find refuge within its ever-changing yet steady existence, just as it will flow through, around and over me as I change, and heal, and trust and accept.  Mostly I will cherish it. My journey to find this treasure was a long and agonizing one…though it whispers, “I was with you all along”.  


Saturday, November 1, 2008


The election is soon to come, in just a few days in fact.  I am appalled by the division amongst ourselves as a nation.  Humans from all political parties are suffering in one way or another...whether we've lost out on the stock market, our business has gone bankrupt, we've lost our job, our benefits, our loved one in the war.  We're having a tough time as a family and having divisions among us will not solve the problem.  I'm not talking about having differing opinions...having different opinions on how people should run their lives are simply opinions.  We can only take responsibility for ourselves in the way we choose to conduct our lives.  Becoming part of a group, a gang, a political party makes us feel bigger, when in reality, our individuality - our authentic hearts, become smaller.  Too many of us, in my humble opinion, rely too much on the opinions brought forth by our political party of choice and don't take the time to sit and thoroughly consider the issues - how they affect our families, our communities, our co-workers, our employers, our employees.  My wish is for everyone to truly be honest with themselves when it comes to voting on this election.

Æsop. (Sixth century B.C.)  Fables.

The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.

The Four Oxen and the Lion


A L
ion used to prowl about a field in which Four Oxen used to dwell. Many a time he tried to attack them; but whenever he came near they turned their tails to one another, so that whichever way he approached them he was met by the horns of one of them. At last, however, they fell a-quarrelling among themselves, and each went off to pasture alone in a separate corner of the field. Then the Lion attacked them one by one and soon made an end of all four.

United we stand, divided we fall.



Wednesday, August 27, 2008


Thanks goDaddy.com!!!!!!!!  GoDaddy.com has saved the day and will be hosting our site, amorselofwisdom.com!  I am incredibly grateful for their assistance and low hosting fees so that I can continue my passion of sharing knowledge and wisdom with you and the rest of the world.  Look forward to updates but please be patient as I get up to speed with switching everything over.  Yes, the design is different, but Change is goooood!



Tuesday, August 12, 2008


An Apology

Hello all!  I thank you all for participating with me in the joy of sharing wonderful Morsels of Wisdom since March 7th of 2006.  Unfortunately, I will have to put the site on hiatus beginning September 2008.  Until I find a better, economical and reliable hosting company, I will be gathering new quotes and ideas of topics to write about in the future.  The company that has been hosting this site has been more than unreliable.  On top of the poor hosting service, I found out that they had more than doubled the hosting fee without my permission.  I don't make any money on the site, and for those of you who know me personally, you know I am embarking on a new career which demands a lot of financial sacrifice and unfortunately, I don't have the funds to continue hosting with this company.  I will look into other options and may have one before September.  Until then....

This site has been such a gift.  I look forward to what the future has in store for amorselofwisdom.com.

b.


Sunday, August 3, 2008

Back to work...

I'm back in town so you can look forward to new daily thoughts for the day!  Thanks for checking in.


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Thought for the day...

I will be out of town and possibly internet free, which could be a curse and a blessing.  Therefore, the thought for the day will most likely remain the same for the next 9 days. 

I believe it is a good one, a quote from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, encouraging us to stop for a moment, look inside ourselves and find out the root of our suffering.  Beyond that, he reminds us that everything is constantly changing, nothing remains the same..as our blood flows, and to appreciate that.  We can tend to hold onto what is comfortable, even if it is painful, rather than taking a small risk toward freedom, ultimately leading to true love (of ourselves and others) and happiness. 

So, I believe this quote is worthy of daily meditation.  Enjoy.


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Homesickness

I find it amazing how quickly homesickness can set in even whilst having a wonderful time.  I've been working and traveling throughout New Zealand and Australia since March and have experienced unprecedented hospitality, delicious food, breathtaking sights and many firsts, yet still experiencing a deep longing for home.  

Do I miss the heavy traffic?  The pretentious attitudes?  The smog filled air?  The polluted waters?  Not exactly.  What I have been realizing more and more each day is that the days I long for home the most are the days I am not centered and living in the moment, experiencing the NOW.   

Yesterday I went for a drive in Australia's outback with the intention of living completely in the moment. I admit, there were times it was a fight, but when I decided to not fight yet find complete and utter solace in the scenery, wildlife and sensory triggers, I felt completely at peace and filled with gratitude.  That is when I realized that I find homesickess for me is another word for "ungrateful".  

When you aren't living in the moment and thinking or obsessing on the next, you are showing an ingratitude for what is happening right now.  When you are spending time with a friend yet obsessing on the thought of your next appointment, it is impossible to show complete gratitude.  I've found that when I have done just that, focusing on what will happen next,  I end my day empty, not feeling the fulfillment I would have if I had been present in each moment in the day.  

I have a few days left in Australia and another in New Zealand.  I WILL be present in each moment and say good-bye to homesickness, experiencing and sharing the full gratitude I possibly can with myself and  others in my presence.


Thursday, December 6, 2007

The Paradox of Our Time

  ...by Dr. Bob Morehead.

 
The paradox of our time in history is that we have
taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways,
but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less,
we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We
have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but
less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more
medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too
recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too
angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our
values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate
too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've
been all the way to the moon and back, but have
trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We
conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done
larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've
conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write
more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish
less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build
more computers to hold more information, to produce
more copies than ever, but we communicate less and
less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character, steep profits and shallow
relationships. These are the days of two incomes but
more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These
are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway
morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and
pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to
kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom
window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when
technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or
to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow
up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with
your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and
your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and
an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time
to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.


Friday, November 23, 2007

A Steinbeck Quote

 

"Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man (and woman). Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man. And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man. By disparagement, by starvation, by repressions, forced direction, and the stunning hammerblows of conditioning, the free, roving mind is being pursued, roped, blunted, drugged. It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken.

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is the one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost."

- John Steinbeck, East of Eden


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Fire update

Hello all.  I apologize for not posting new thoughts for the day as of recently.  My neighborhood has been off-limits for me since I was evacuated at 5:10AM Sunday morning due to the a major fire being started on the hill behind my house in Malibu.  The 'Castle Kashan' that burned to the ground was above my house to the south.  The Malibu Presbyterian Church was basically across the road to the North, and the house 3 doors down burned to the ground.  I have not been able to reach any of my neighbors, nor have I been able to get information as to the condition of my house.  

My Great Dane and I are safe and sound thanks to the love of some very good people.   As soon as I am able to get the proper amount of internet access (I am currently at an internet cafe), I will begin posting new thoughts for the day as per usual.

Peace and love.  My thoughts go out to all of the folks being affected by these fires. 


Friday, October 19, 2007

Let there be light.

Did you know that if everyone in the United States used energy efficient lighting, we could retire 90 average-sized power plants?  It's true.

Ambience has always been very important to me, and a lot of that comes from lighting, whether it be special bulbs, covered lamps or candles.  You can imagine how hesitant I was to change all of the bulbs in my home to compact fluorescents.  Well, since I made the switch, many companies have caught on and have created many different types of lighting with these little energy savers.  

Compact fluorescent light bulbs use between 20% and 25% less electricity, and last 6 to 10 times longer than a regular filament bulb.  They are initially a little more expensive, but you save money in the long run.  If you pay $.08 per kilowatt-hour for your electricity, a CFL can save you $45 over the lifetime of the light bulb!!!!


Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Passing Judgment

On certain days of the week, outside of my office, a homeless man sits down on a plastic crate reading his newspaper, right next to his shopping cart filled with who knows what - but it is filled.  For months I've noticed him there yet never had the courage to look into his eyes for fear he may start a conversation with me or ask for something.  I have considered crossing the street to avoid being close to him, fearing the smell of his dirty clothes might cause me to gag.  

A few weeks ago I had my darling Great Dane with me, who I decided to take for a walk, while I grabbed a bite to eat at the Mexican food joint next door.  We walk out and there he is...the homeless man. 

"Great!" I sarcastically thought.  "I hope he knows she'll attack at the snap of a finger!"  I grab her leash and attempt to briskly walk past him, shoulders back, head up high as if to give off a "don't mess with me today" energy, only to be asked, "Is that a Boston Mantle"?  

"What?!!!!!"  I thought.  I couldn't believe it.  No one in the time I have owned this dog has anyone (breeders included) ever asked me that question.  Surely I knew that my dog with her black and white coat was called a Boston Mantle, but I was shocked to know this man knew that info.  

I stood as far away from him as I could, but was intrigued by his knowledge and responded, a little coldly, however warming up a bit to him.  "Yes, actually.  She is a Mantle.  No one has ever asked me that before!"  

"Oh, I used to own danes. In fact I had two of them that I inherited after training them for movies.  I trained one of them to have a monkey ride on his back."  Then he went on with a few more stories that were absolutely believable, as I could recall some of the movies he mentioned.  He also spoke on his passion for recycling, which of course was music to my ears! 

Very articulate and intelligent this man was, and I stepped closer to find no pungent odor coming from his clothes.  We spoke for about 20 minutes about life and I was so glad I opened up to do that.  Boy, did I eat humble pie.  Who am I to judge this man and to assume that he would be offensive or want anything from me?   Who knows why he is homeless?  Maybe he chooses to live that way.

Well, now when I see him, we always chat a bit as I walk past.  We shared a lunch on Tuesday.  I look forward to seeing him because there is something so real, so true about him that I wish I could climb inside his head and have a review of his life and see how he landed where he is today.   He just has this very calm, zen-like quality that permeates his being, something I would have noticed long before had I not allowed my ignorant prejudices to get in the way prior to our first conversation.  That energy that he possesses is what I long to exude. He's like the grandpa that you see sitting on a porch, smiling at the people as they walk by with a grin that says there is so much more about life than what we know so far.  

So, don't judge a book by its cover?  Don't pass judgement?  Ya, I've learned a major life lesson.  To embrace all of humanity means "ALL" of humanity, not just the pretty ones, not just the convenient ones, not just the.... 


Saturday, October 6, 2007

Layers

Layers of an onion,
my heart, my mind.

Layers of an onion,
my fears left behind.

Layers of an onion,
are peeled and torn.

Layers of an onion,
my intentions are worn.

Layers of an onion,
many tears have been shed.

Layers of an onion,
each layer I dread.

Layers of an onion,
how could it be?

Though layers of an onion,
you are still here with me?

bn


Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Avoidance

Find the courage to ask for what you want.  Others have the right to tell you yes or no, but you always have the right to ask.  Likewise, everybody has the right to ask you for what they want, and you have the right to say no.

~Don Miguel Ruiz

... 

I have spent much of my 30 odd year life avoiding happiness.  Sounds harsh?  Yes.  I say that because I now see that all the times I was convinced I was being 'polite', all the times I was avoiding the pain of 'possible' rejection, all the times I was avoiding confrontation or avoiding facing my own fears and insecurities were all pretty little masks to hide behind whilst avoiding true happiness from within.

Happiness to me is security, honesty, authenticity, and right NOW.    In the past, rather than just being upfront and asking someone for what I wanted, I would wait...wait for the 'right time', for just the 'right moment'...which would never come, by the way. The question or request I had would swirl about frantically in my heart and mind, quickly becoming a snowball of 'what ifs', 'oh sh!ts' and 'no way, Jose's'.  Doubt would build like a New York skyscraper, looking down upon any glimpse of hope I may have had about...borrowing that stapler.  Yes.  Silly, right?  But who is to judge which question or request is more reasonable, fair...'good enough'?  It is only in our silly little minds, really.  Are we (as evolved human beings, adults for that matter) THAT afraid of the worst that could happen....the word "NO"?

The Universe in which we reside is an abundant one with more than enough to go around.  Every sparrow eats and has a home.  Funny thing about sparrows is you don't see them hesitating when it comes to food or shelter...those little buggers will nearly pick a string right off of your back during nesting time!  So why should we hesitate when it comes to asking for a raise (the money is there), asking someone out for a cup o' coffee (what do you have to lose?), or asking someone how they feel about you as a husband, wife, friend, sibling, or co-worker (the truth will set you free!)?

I have found in the moment (or moments) of hesitation that fear, insecurity, dis-honesty with self and an unhealthy focus on the past and future begin to do what they collectively do best: destroy hope and happiness. 

What a relief it is to now say it, just SAY it...or ask it, or request it ever so kindly - right there in the moment.   No more waiting, no more endless hoping, no more irrational insecurities, no more games, no more regrets.  If the worst that can happen is a 'no', bring it on!  Time to quickly move on...NEXT!


Monday, September 24, 2007

Let it be

Hesitation, procrastination, anticipation, stimulation.

Let it be.

 

Excitement, amusement, enthrallment, fulfillment. 

Let it be.

 

Wishing, hoping, dreaming, waiting.

Let it be.

 

Live.  Give.  Trust.  Begin. 

Let it be.


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Rules
On March 20th of 2004, I drove to the desert to meet for the first time a great dane puppy that would change my life forever. I had wanted a great dane since I was a very little girl, so prior to purchasing my little pup, I read just about every book I could specific to great danes. I consulted a 'great dane' dietitian, I researched crates and beds and toys that would be 'top notch' for my puppy. I found a vet that had over 30 years experience with great danes. I became a 'pro'.

You'd think that someone who had put forth such an effort would be blessed to enjoy a long life with this wonderful creature. April 30th, 2004, my darling baby 'Jude' died due to an immune system reaction following a routine "doing the right thing" vaccination. I was absolutely devastated.

I seem to follow this pattern in my life....I find something I want and I find out the steps I need to take in order to get it and I follow, precisely, those steps expecting only the best. Whether it be family life, dog training, dating, healthy eating, exercising, managing finances, learning an art, cooking a good meal...the list goes on and on....you can't expect to follow a set of rules and have a promised outcome. Frustrating, huh? Isn't this what we are taught in the American education system as youngsters...."follow all the rules and you'll be rewarded in return"? When I look toward all of those that I hold in high esteem, like John Lennon, Robert Owen, Martin Luther King, Jr., Nelson Mandela, Andy Kaufman, Aung San Suu Kyi...I think about how much I admire their courage for 'doing it their way', as I remain in this cold, uninspiring state...which is quickly getting me nowhere.

So, maybe next time I'll blurt out exactly how I'm feeling, in the moment, rather than hesitating for fear I may scare someone away. I suppose it never hurts to try. How bad can it be?

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Miles Update - Final

Good day friends.  For those of us who have been following the life of Miles Levin, the young cancer patient who has touched millions of lives with his positive outlook and inspirational blogs, today's update is a sad one.   If you hadn't had the chance to read Miles' blogs, I encourage you to do so at www.carepages.com, page title "Levinstory".

Let this be a reminder that life is fleeting, enjoy it while you can and LOVE with all of your heart, mind and soul.

 ....

August 19, 2007 at 12:35 PM EDT

 
This is the update you are dreading: Miles' earthly body has left us....early this morning. This is the day we've been dreading since June of '05, but fearing it would come and now it has. We did everything humanly possible to arrest this disease. Our efforts were not enough. There are no interventions currently available that could have produced a different outcome. Hardly a comfort. We were able to buy time, and good time it was. Miles went from a boy-man to a man-boy. At a cost that would knock your socks off, Miles still managed to pack a wallop. He could not and would not be held back.....from living life to the fullest. He so wanted (that it hurt) to taste the fruits of freedom, of adulthood, of the world, and yet they were denied him. This is the agony that has a grasp, a stranglehold, on our hearts. The irony of his absence, when under ordinary circumstances he'd be gone now anyhow - to college - has not escaped us.

Talk about destiny, G-d's plan, purpose, anything you want, but the fact is that our boy, our beloved son and brother, was snatched from us, and it hurts. We knew it was coming, yet we're shocked. We knew it was coming, yet we're unprepared. We knew it was coming, yet it feels unreal. We knew it was coming, but we hate it.

Sunday morning. Miles should be having pancakes with Nina right about now. Instead, the three of us are wandering around wondering what to do with ourselves. Pacing has become my specialty. We do have some plans in place: a very small, immediate family only funeral; a big memorial/celebration down the road to commerate Miles; and, a lot of crying.

It is suggested that those who wish to further honor the memory of Miles Levin do so by making a contribution to, "UJF Miles Levin Fund", (address below), a newly established tax exempt fund designed to support existing efforts to combat pediatric cancer as well as providing our family a vehicle to create new directions in patient care. Cards and expressions of thoughts and feelings are always welcome. We ask that if you feel an inclination to send food or flowers that you transfer that impulse to our new fund; it would be more satisfying to us to know that honoring Miles means helping another family.

At the moment, there is little consolation for the serious war we fought when in the end, we lost our warrior. We aren't ready to look at the legacy, the divinity, the gift. We're grieving the loss of our child and brother. The best advice I can offer anyone wanting to provide comfort is this view: this stinks, plain and simple.

Nancy, Jon, and Nina

UJF - Miles Alpern Levin Fund
P.O. Box 2030
Bloomfield Hills, MI 48303
Attn: Susie Feldman


Sunday, August 12, 2007

Recreation

What do you think of when you hear the word 'recreation'?  A softball game in the park?  A pic-nic in the shade?  A game of golf?   A bar-b-que in your own backyard?   Maybe a day of sailing on the ocean?  I've always tended to think of recreation as a form of escape from everyday life, a form of enjoyment that is polar opposite my usual work day.

I saw the word 'recreation' in a quote by Robert Owen, and for the first time the word stood out to me as 're+creation'.  I then looked up the word in the dictionary and found the following:

 
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - Cite This Source
re-cre·a·tion      [ree-kree-ey-shuhn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. the act of creating anew.
2. something created anew.

[Origin: 1515–25; re- + creation]
 
 
It is easy for us to labor on day to day, then use our weekends to catch up on the things we had to put aside during the week, then go right back to the same events on Monday morning to start the cycle over again, never allowing our bodies, our minds, our spirits to get that fresh new start that is required for a healthy state of mind.  
 
March 7, 2007 I posted a blog I called "Naturally" in which I compared our creative selves to that of trees in nature (click on the following link, then scroll down to see the specific blog I'm referring to: http://www.amorselofwisdom.com/2007.03.01_arch.html).  Just as trees need the fall and winter to lose it's leaves and go into a state of fruitlessness, we need a similar break from our daily tasks.  Trees are quite used to the desolate look they appear to have in their down time, and don't get upset when they aren't producing fruit during that time.  They know that soon enough, the leaves and blossoms will come, effortlessly.  
 
We also require our time of re-creation, a time of renewing our creativity.  We are entitled to that time and should make it a priority, as the rest of our work - whether writing, painting, computer programming, plumbing, dog-walking, or running a Fortune 500 Company - could be severely lacking our best efforts due to exhaustion and lack of creativity.  When you expect that time of complete recreation, toiling away during the week will have a much less negative effect on your happiness and outlook.    
 
Define recreation for yourself.  What will it take to renew your creativity? 

Friday, August 10, 2007

A Final Interview with Miles

As many of you know, I've been following the life of an inspirational young fellow named Miles Levin who has decided to share with us all, through blogs, his fight and peace with cancer.  Following is an interview, titled as final, that is really eye opening.  I encourage you to read more of his blogs, if you haven't already, at www.carepages.com, page name: levinstory.  

 A reminder to consider LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. 

 ....

 

August 10, 2007 at 03:19 PM EDT

 

A FINAL INTERVIEW WITH MILES

As Miles is winding down his physical presence, I asked him to grant me one final interview. He agreed, provided it was brief. Feeling excited to again experience his grace, I took it, with that condition.

Q Miles, many people have asked, what exactly is your message. Could you state it succinctly?


A People like to construe that every day is a blessing, and that's not true. There's nothing wrong with having a bad day; they do happen. But (what's important is) that there's enough good out there- even if you have cancer or something terrible happens to you -you can still find it.


Q What is the "it"?


A The goodness and worthwhileness of enduring the bad day....because the world has so much to offer.


Q What have you learned about life?


A That it's unpredictable.


Q What one thing stands out for you as something you are grateful for?


A The relationships I have had with people - above all else. That's what endures.


Q What do you want people to think about you when they think of Miles Levin?


A Someone who maintained their light through their darkest journey.


Q What qualities in humans do you value the most?


A Kindness. I think it's one of the only things that helps everyone.


Q Anything else about that?


A If there is one thing that would make the world a better place, it's more kindness to all.


Q Miles, what does "kindness" look like?


A A general love for other people.


Q Can you say how that translates into action?


A Not really. (laugh) Who is to say I'm right about any of this?


Q What advice would you give to parents on how to love their children?


A Tell parents they are not their children. They are raising new individuals who are going to be different from then.


Q So, how should parents influence their children?


A It's a hard balance between controlling and permissiveness, and I don't know the answer. If I had to say, I'd say, ask my mom, she accomplished it.


Q Is there anything you want to say about what's happening to you now?


A No, it's private, and I haven't worked through it yet.


Q Anything else about anything?


A I'm pretty much feel done sharing. I would if I had the energy.


Sunday, July 29, 2007

Summer Green Living Tip

Ever wonder how safe herbicides are for the environment?  Too much fertilizer, insecticide, herbicide and fungicide on crops definitely do damage, especially to water resources.  Even in our own backyard we do damage by spraying weed killing herbicides, exposing those nasty, poisonous chemicals to our pets and children.  We have a choice!

Trash those herbicides and use heat instead.  Boil water and pour it over the weeds.  They will almost immediately darken and turn brown within a few hours, much like the effect of a store bought weed killer.  No toxic residue.  No hospital or vet bills. No weeds.  A happy environment.Cool

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Singlehood
Since when has the word 'single' meant 'completely unavailable' (that is of course unless you are completely unavailable yourself)?

It seems that the once unattractive, red flag of 'emotional unavailability' has quite the contrary, become attractive to some. I mean, why invest time and heart in someone who is willing to truly love and care for you when you could just as easily jump around from one good looking, selfish tool to the next, never having to connect with anyone else's soul?

I see that in a lot of cases, dating has become the epitome of having bad credit. You have a low score because, well, your accounts have not been active for any significant amount of time. You are 'broke' because you've decided to live paycheck to paycheck, living off of high interest 'credit cards' which give off a false sense of security. Had you invested your money wisely, you'd be rich by now. But unfortunately, you always fall short, because instead of looking toward that rich return you'd have received had you made a good, solid investment, you have chosen the 'instant gratification' route, the 'feel good right now' avenue, the 'shop til' I drop' approach, which eventually just leaves your pockets empty. Yes, investments can be shaky at times, but the way to 'win big' is to stick it out through the rough patches. That is at least the way my financial manager has put it to me in the past. And of course if you want a high yield investment, the more you invest, the better.

How many 'hot new cars' will you buy before realizing that 'hot new cars' decrease in value significantly once you drive them off of the lot? Maybe consider investing in a classic car instead, which will continue to hold it's value due to being well built and respected among car enthusiasts. Sure, they need a little work now and again, but with regular maintenance they have the potential to run like new forever! Many believe real estate is really the best investment there is. You purchase a home, and though it is not an easy task, you settle in and commit to fixing it up, piece by piece and maintaining it to the best of your ability. Not only is it a good investment which will increase in value year after year, it is your comfort zone, your sanctuary, the place you can unwind and just be you. A place where love is safe to exist.

We all have a list of expectations we'd like a 'significant other' to live up to, thinking we are being wisely prudent in our thinking, but what it really all boils down to is this: Do we have chemistry? Do I enjoy being around this person (and vice versa)? Am I willing to put up with this person at their worst (and vice versa)? If the answer is 'yes' to all three of these questions, chances are you've got a pretty darned good investment in front of you. Persevere through the rough times and the profit will be unfathomable.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Choices.

We must look at our life without sentimentality, exaggeration or idealism.

Does what we are choosing reflect what we most deeply value?

-Jack Kornfield

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I had to ask myself after reading this quote whether or not the choices I make reflect that in which I value most, which lead me to the question of "What do I value most?"

Peace. Unconditional love. Honesty. Time. Relaxation. Hugs. Kisses. Family. Health. Fun. Ice Cream. Cake. Laughter. Flowers. Wildlife. Clouds. Nice weather. Water. Clean air. My dog. Holding hands. The smell of the ocean. True friendship. Loyalty. Tears. Words. Children. Books. Photographs. Fruit. Assurance.  Reassurance.  Travel. Culture. Good food. Commitment. Honor. Road trips. Breakfast. Respect. Memories. Play. Learning. Building. Quality time. Safety. Adventure. Serenity. Wisdom.

Well, there is a start!  It amazes me how easy it is to allow chaotic distractions to take away from what I value most in life.  If I chose to put first the things I've listed above, whether it be actions I need to take or things I need to manifest, I know that I would feel fulfilled.  Therefore my choices to put that which I value first would enable me to further give to others unconditionally, whether it be a job, a friendship, a romantic interest/relationship or writing project.  

I believe that if we want to be happy and fulfilled people, we need to check our priorities.  We need to not make things out to be bigger and better than what they are or worse off than they are, but just see things/relationships/jobs/projects for exactly what they are, in that moment.  And then, we can see to it that what we value comes first, not allowing status or fantasy or judgments or outside opinions to cause us to waiver in our focus, true happiness and fulfillment.  When we are truly happy, others are truly happy.  It's contagious. 


Sunday, July 8, 2007

Live.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. -Oscar Wilde
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Do you tend to find yourself living these days, or merely existing?   My definition of 'living' is to experience or enjoy life to the full.  Contrary to that, my definition of 'existing' is to live at a minimal level; subsist. 
 
So you say, "How can I live my life to the full when I have bills to pay, a challenging job, a paper to write, a deadline to make, kids to feed?"  My suggestion is quite simple.  Make living life a part of your everyday habits.  
 
Ask yourself, "What do I consider 'life to the full?"  Maybe you have aspirations to write a book, to sky dive, to run a marathon, to paint, to volunteer, or even take a walk around the block.  Throughout the day, we easily invest our time, patience and energy into all sorts of superfluous topics such as  "What is Paris up to these days?", "Is Lyndsay out of Rehab?", "Who will be the MVP this year?", all the while watching our time slip right through our fingers.  We then wake up the next morning and start over again, the same cycle...and most likely,  unhappy.  Investing ANY of your time toward a goal, a plan, or a hobby that makes you happy is living life.  Instead of plopping down in front of the TV to watch that hour long show, why not use that time to work on a painting, a sculpture or to write in your journal.  Why not use that 15 minute work break to find out the cost of that ski trip or sky diving session, then figure out a plan on how to go about making it happen?   We've got to stop watching everyone else live their lives while we simply exist.

LIVE.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Miles Update

For those who have read Miles Levin's blog which I posted on this site in May, following is an update.  If you're interested in reading more from him, check out his personal blog at www.carepages.com, page title: "LevinStory"

The following is another reminder of how life, health, and love are to be cherished rather than taken for granted.  No matter the cards we have been dealt, it is up to us to decide how we will play the game. 

 

June 26, 2007 at 02:08 PM EDT

Thank you for the fascinating, varied, and heartwarming responses.

I have some unfortunate news. It appears that my chemotherapy is no longer effective in containing the growth of my cancer. We knew this day would come from the moment I resumed chemotherapy treatment in March; the response for relapsed Stage IV rhabdomyosarcoma is ineludibly temporary. I'm flying to New York on July 5th for scans and most probably some form of investigational treatment (there are no other chemotherapy options left). We're buying one-way tickets.

My mom told me today that I don't need to go ahead with any more treatment if I don't want to. I want to. Mainly because life is the most breathtakingly amazing thing I could ever imagine. If I can get more of it, even just a couple more days or weeks or months, I'll fight pretty hard for that. It's not that I have a particularly high opinion of human or universal nature. While there is much good in the world, I see plenty of cruelty and abhorrence, but the stunning beauty and mystery of the experience in all its breadth and glory so profoundly surpasses words that I'm just going to shut up and move on to the next paragraph.

When Dr. Wexler told me I'd relapsed, so much hope collapsed in that instant that I asked him why bother resuming toxic chemotherapy simply to buy me more time. At my Cranbrook graduation, he looked me in the eye and said, "This is why bother." Dr. Wexler, this is the part where I admit that I was wrong and you were right.

I will fight to the bitter end. However, we must stop struggling. It is all but a certainty that I will never be cured of rhabdomyosarcoma. It is possible that I will die within weeks, and very probably within the coming months. Please don't tell me about someone you know who defied the odds; I'm aware people have. I hope to. But I'm not counting on it.

Keep fighting; stop struggling. Because as long as we are feeling at least physically and mentally decent, we will never want to leave. There will always be things we'll wish we could do or could have done differently. One day, written on the calendar in invisible ink, you will die. When that future date becomes today, I guarantee you'll wonder how the hell that happened. But once you accept it as part of the territory, it doesn't sting quite as bad.

I feel relatively ready. I’m proud of myself, proud of my life, and most proud of the story of my life. I say the story because it includes everybody in it and all the goodness the has transpired, the courage displayed by my family, the generosity of people like Bob Woodruff to have reached into my life—a busy and important man finding the time to call me from Syria during my chemo week. I am proud of the people my friends have become. They’ve grown so tall. I am most proud of myself (to answer the question) for my seeming ability to bring out the best in those around me wherever I may go. What I’ve done, I believe, is what I’ve been sent here to do.

Something has shifted. Everything is okay now. It’s okay because I am okay with it. The goodness that my having and dying from cancer creates in the lives of so many thousands of people overshadows and outweighs any personal bad. I’m in escalating pain from the tumors but I hardly mind. You know why?

This is my story and it’s not meant to be told any other way.

All good things must end. When they do, sadness is unavoidable. This is one of the core reasons why Buddhists believe life is suffering. Take a romantic relationship, for example. While it can bring temporary happiness, the end is inevitable and so is the suffering. So monks are celibate. They’re totally right too. Love hurts. But there’s a “but,” and it is this: it’s worth it.

Whatever it is, it’s going to end, and when it does, if you can say, “I enjoyed that,” that’s as much as you can be given, so let that be enough.


  June 27, 2007 at 10:09 AM EDT

(If you didn't read yesterday's entry yet, I would advise doing that.)

I’ll start off this update by saying this: one of the gifts of dying (with forewarning) as a teenager is that you are given some final good days to really live life actively and fully. Fortunately, most will never experience this firsthand, but if you did, you would know they are some of the sweetest days lived by man. An elderly person diagnosed with a terminal cancer is already too compromised to do half the things a young person can do.


To give you a sense of the state of affairs in my body and in the Levin household, I just brought a glass of water to my mom who is sick in bed, not the other way around. My pain from the tumors is still relatively mild, although I awake each morning with baited breath, as I could start an avalanche of a decline any day. The point is, as of this moment, I’m really not debilitatingly ill.

I began this update with a rather absurd statement, but tell me it isn’t true. I said it to illustrate a point, and you can probably guess which one. There’s always a bright side. I had to spend an entire day getting blood transfusions on Monday, but I realized that Monday is the best day of the week to have to waste on tranfusions because it's already the worst day. I was lucky to have made it through a beautiful weekend without hospital visit, and all of the Detroiters reading know that Monday was pretty muggy anyway.

You might remember the June 2nd update in which I talked about the weeks in approach to graduation, where, as the only graduate without a college or life future, I felt pretty depressed, but then one day made the willful (and ultimately, somewhat to my surprise, successful) decision to resume a positive and grateful attitude. I’m grateful I can say that that was the only period of depression throughout this two-year battle. Depression, for obvious reasons, is common in cancer patients, and I marvel at the strength it must take a depressed person to press onwards through the chemotherapy treatments. As devastating as each round was for me, my strong desire to live carried me through.


Anyway, I don’t believe positive thinking has the power to kill one cancer cell, but I do believe in its importance when it comes to mental health. In a passive sort of way, how we view the world around us largely shapes itself, more as a product of inherent personality and external situation. So it is important to remember that, as humans, our perspective on a situation is not infinite; there will always be elements and angles hidden from our eyes.

If we could look divinely at the world, we would be able to see some good in or arising from nearly every situation, no matter how apparently dismal or evil. Indeed, a situation of exclusive badness is so rare that none of us will probably ever even hear of one in our lifetime, if they even exist at all. So when something negative happens, seek out the good. Take a moment and name a few benefits. I promise you, if you can’t list one positive aspect, you aren’t thinking very hard at all. And remember, what you are striving for is not to be a Pollyanna, but balance.



Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Change

Dwell not on the past.  Use it to illustrate a point, then leave it behind.  Nothing really matters except what you do now in this instant of time.

From this moment onward you can be an entirely different person, filled with love and understanding, ready with an outstretched hand, uplifted  and positive in every thought and deed.

-Eileen Caddy 

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Bad decisions, negative reactions, an addictive personality, and fulfilling ego all can lead to guilt, remorse, bad health and depression. Rather than stepping out with a fresh, positive outlook, it is easy for us to feel trapped, as if we are carrying a bag of wet sand and a millstone tied around our necks and hearts. 

Just like it takes the use of more muscles to frown than to smile, it is a lot more work for us to hold on to guilt and the like, than to just let go and move on.  Sometimes a bad decision we have made involves another person and rather than simply apologizing and hoping the other person will understand, we will hang on to the bad feelings which then turn to regret, which then turn to resentment, which then turn to unhappiness all around. 

Choose freedom!  Apologize to those you need to, quickly clean up the mess you've made, leave behind the burdens and live peacefully, freely and happily, NOW.  Life begins now, each moment, and it is up to each one of us to decide how we will live it.

We cannot create a peaceful environment without when we are at war within.


Monday, June 4, 2007

Community

It is easy for us 'Westerners' to look at some other countries as impoverished, as what is given high value in our society is usually of the material theme.

What I see in the portion of the world in which I inhabit, is a different brand of poverty.  A poverty that is defined by a lack of community.

I could see the decline of community happen in the neighborhood I grew up in as a child.  I can recall being a very young child, knowing all of the names of my neighbors.  My grandmother took care of my brother and I while my mother (young and single) worked, which luckily eliminated the need for a babysitter.  She would stand outside in the yard with her cup of coffee chatting away with neighbors from up and down the street.  'Trick or Treating' was never an issue.  We didn't worry about the candy being poisoned or child abductions or the like.  That fear came later.

We moved, others moved in and out of the neighborhood, and our neighbors no longer had names.  They became "that weird guy across the street", or "that loud woman next door".  

As a young teenager, I began to worry about being liked.  We didn't have a lot of money, therefore my mother couldn't afford to buy me the 'coolest' clothes, or even acceptable clothes for that matter. At that time, it was a very big deal.  I just couldn't 'fit in'.  Consumerism began to take its toll, manifesting itself in painful insecurities in some and blatant flaunting of material objects in others, creating a caustic division. 

As an adult, I admit that I have moved around a lot.  In that, I also have to admit that I have lived next door to people for years, never even introducing myself to them.  I have taken my dog to a dog park and have seen the same folks over and over, and have yet never considered saying hello.   And yet I crave that communal experience I once had as a little girl.  This has got to change.

I read the following quote, and though I feel I have intellectually agreed with the message, I realize the information didn't really affect me until tonight.  It really sheds a light on what we place our values on as a society, and how consumerism is really a disease (dis-ease) that needs to be dealt with from the inside out, from within ourselves, passed on to our children and future generations. 

 ...

When you don't have community, you are not listened to.

You don't have a place you can go to and feel that you really belong.

You don't have people to affirm who you are and to support you in bringing forward your gifts.

This disempowers the psyche, making you vulnerable to consumerism and all the things that come along with it. 

- Sobonfu Somé

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Sunday, June 3, 2007

Forgiveness

If we could read the secret history of our enemies,

we would find in each man's life a sorrow and a suffering

enough to disarm all hostility.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

The weak can never forgive.  Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

- Mahatma Gandhi

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Un-forgiveness is pointless, painful and exhausting.  It over-occupies critical space in our minds and hearts that could otherwise house peace and love.  It has been said before that harboring resentment toward another is like drinking poison, wanting the other to die.  
 
Realize that as long as you hold bitterness and resentment toward anything or anyone, the subject to which you are focusing that negative energy, owns you. 
 
Understand that forgiveness does not mean that you are accepting or condoning the offense, but that you are giving yourself the greatest gift of all - peace of mind.  By forgiving, you are giving yourself the right to move on and live out the life that you choose.  True freedom exists when you grasp the fact that no one is worthy of your life, energy, peace or power.
 
Take hold of peace, freedom and personal power.  Who can you forgive, today?

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Awareness

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,

And Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour.

-William Blake

 

I can remember quite vividly life as a four year old little girl, walking slowly into my grandmother's kitchen and focusing my eyes on the small details of a cabinet knob for the first time.  Not that I had never seen this particular knob, it had been there long before I was born, but I had never been truly aware of it prior to that moment.  I was intrigued by the design - the metal strips were woven together, basket-like, forming the shape of a circle, surrounding a capitulum of sorts, as in the middle of a daisy.  I stared in awe, not only in seeing the intricacies for the first time, but in feeling awareness in my soul.

To capture the pure essence of that childlike view is something I strive for on a daily basis.  It is so easy to go about the day without noticing beauty and newness, passing the plants in the office hurriedly attempting to check email, blocking out the sounds of birds chirping with restless thoughts, walking the dog without noticing the spring flowers that are blooming all around.  When we take a closer look at the wonders all around us NOW, we begin to feel the muse that inspires poets.  It's all right here and it's up to us to always be keenly aware.

So today, when I slice an apple, I will examine it as if I had just removed blinders and take in the crispness, the fragrance and the taste.  When I wash the dishes tonight, I will watch the beautiful, opalescent film move about each bubble, reflecting light into my eyes.  I encourage you to join me.  By magnifying details, we gain perspective.


Sunday, May 20, 2007

Peace

In your veins, and in mine, there is only one blood, The same life that animates us all!  Since one unique mother begat us all, Where did we learn to divide ourselves? 

- Kabir

 

When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim, or a Christian, or a European, or anything else,you are being violent.  Do you see why?  Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind.  When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition it breeds violence.

-Krishnamurti 

 

Have you ever been aware of how often we tend to identify ourselves by our religions, talents or race, thereby dividing ourselves from the rest of mankind? 

"I am a Christian", "I am a Buddhist", "I am an artist", "I am a producer", "I am an actor", "I am an author", "I am a bank teller", "I am a janitor", "I am African American", "I am Caucasian", "I am a Pacific Islander"...these are all statements I've heard stated my entire life.  If you were to break down each of those statements, you would see the that they are dividing us from each other - from mankind.  For example, in the statement "I am a bank teller"..are all 'bank tellers' the same?  I go in to the bank about once a week and I know for sure each 'teller' I come into contact with has different facial features, a different accent, a different hairstyle, a different attitude.  Labels are created specifically to divide, to organize.  Labels give an opportunity for ignorant people to make blanket statements such as "bank tellers are uptight".  You get the picture.

So, why give an opportunity to put a label on yourself by saying "I am a...", when really you are just human.  We must keep in mind, in our movement for peace, in our work toward equality, to identify ourselves by what we truly are, not by what we do, or by what race was passed on to us, or by what religious philosophies we choose to believe. 

"I play soccer", "I enjoy surfing", "I work as an accountant", "my parents are from China"...each statement allows the other to see beyond the labels, to look inside and love you for the brother or sister you are. 


Thursday, May 17, 2007

Genius
Genius, in truth, means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an un-habitual way.

~William James
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Each fresh insight makes you see the world a little differently.

Habits are hard to break. We become addicted to our own ways of ritualizing our day. Change your patterns. Drive the car to a park, or have a walk to the train this morning. Go out in the garden to read the mail. Shake up your day and you'll gain new impressions.
Wink


Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Gratitude

A very special person sent the following blog to me in an email.  It made such an impact that I will share it with you as well. Another powerful message that shows us the importance of NEVER taking life, love or our health for granted.

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From CNN.com...

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Whatever life we get is bonus

Editor's note: The following post is written by Miles Levin, a young cancer patient profiled on tonight's "360." Miles' personal blog can be read at www.carepages.com, page name "LevinStory."

Looking through my living room window, I suspect being outside would feel wonderful, but I really wouldn't know. As I write this from my bed, my entire body feels saturated in a sticky, toxic nausea, with chemotherapy pumping through my 18-year-old veins. Like Michael Jackson's moonwalk, chemotherapy has this strange way of moving a person another step towards life and death at the same time.

Twenty three months ago, I was diagnosed with stage IV rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare pediatric muscle cancer affecting only 350 children a year. With odds like that, and with a 20 percent chance of survival, I can only deduce two possibilities about the universe: God's plan is evident in every little shifting of the breeze, or it's totally random. I don't see how there could be much middle ground.

I remember my first chemo round, staring at the ceiling and trying not to cry. The agony was stunning. I've long since learned to go ahead and cry. How could this have happened? Yet as with anything that happens, it happens, and then suddenly you find it has happened, and more things keep continuing to happen. Chemotherapy has instilled in me a visceral understanding that all bad things will pass in time ... but that all good things will too.

I set out on a 19-month course of treatment, chronicling the journey on an online blog. Little did I know that my little Web site intended to keep extended family and friends informed would find readers all across the country and even the world, including such countries as Japan, Australia, Germany, Brazil.

My journey became our journey, with treatment finishing last December. For a brief, hopeful month in January, it appeared to have been successful. My scans were clear. But, as is so common with cancer, there were still sub-detectable rogue cells lurking in distant corners of my body. Within weeks, they swarmed forth again and my body was infested once more.

A recurrence of my kind of cancer has been hitherto incurable, although I still cling to a slim ray of hope. But in all likelihood, I am in the last few months of my short life.

Unlike many cancer patients, I don't have much anger. The way I see it, we're not entitled to one breath of air. We did nothing to earn it, so whatever we get is bonus. I might be more than a little disappointed with the hand I've been dealt, but this is what it is. Thinking about what it could be is pointless. It ought to be different, that's for sure, but it ain't. A moment spent moping is a moment wasted.

I accept what is to come, but I cannot rid myself of a deep mourning for all those experiences -- college, marriage, children, grandchildren -- that will probably never be mine to celebrate. What solace I do find is in the knowledge that I have done everything I can to transmute this terribleness into something positive by showing as many people as I can how to endure it with a smile.

I don't believe you can ask for any more, but if I could ask for something, it would be to be able to go outside into the glorious spring air, feeling healthy and blissfully clueless as to how lucky I was for it, if only just for an hour.


-- By Miles Levin, Guest Blogger

Click here to read a CNN profile of Miles


Sunday, April 29, 2007

Strength

Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - Cite This Source

strength  

noun

1. the quality or state of being strong; bodily or muscular power; vigor.
2. mental power, force, or vigor.
3. moral power, firmness, or courage.
4. power by reason of influence, authority, resources, numbers, etc.
5. number, as of personnel or ships in a force or body: a regiment with a strength of 3000.
6. effective force, potency, or cogency, as of inducements or arguments: the strength of his plea.
7. power of resisting force, strain, wear, etc.
8. vigor of action, language, feeling, etc.
9. the effective or essential properties characteristic of a beverage, chemical, or the like: The alcoholic strength of brandy far exceeds that of wine.
10. a particular proportion or concentration of these properties; intensity, as of light, color, sound, flavor, or odor: coffee of normal strength.
11. something or someone that gives one strength or is a source of power or encouragement; sustenance: The Bible was her strength and joy.
12.

power to rise or remain firm in prices: Stocks continued to show strength. The pound declined in strength.

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When I think of the word strength, my mind tends to picture a construction worker lifting a heavy piece of equipment, a person in a business suit displaying an air of confidence, a single mother raising multiple children on her own. 

Strength is defined in many ways and can easily be mistaken for weakness in simple minded men.  Throughout history, the most highly esteemed human beings are those who were honest despite persecution, were forgiving though wrongfully imprisoned, found truth by laying prostrate on the ground in tears, and loved unceasingly.

Tonight I wept.  I wept hard.  I asked God what lesson he is trying to teach me.  I told him that I want to learn. And for one moment, as I wearily canoed through my puddle of tears, I thought myself weak.   

And then it came to me: The fact that I can feel is strength.  The fact that I can cry is strength. The fact that I am vulnerable is strength.  The fact that I have faith is strength.  The fact that I am honest is strength.  The fact that I am authentic is strength.  The fact that I can laugh at myself is strength.  The fact that I can forgive is strength.  The fact that I love deeply is strength.  The fact that I am Aware is strength.

So, I gave a harsh rebuke to the thought that made me consider myself anything but strong and powerful.  I remembered a biblical scripture, where Paul was discussing the thorn in his side...and weakness:

2 Corinthians 12: 9 part. & 10 part.:  But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly in my weaknesses...For when I am weak, then I am strong.

I finally got it.

The harsh realities of life often leave us feeling listless, unable to feel or express true, gut emotion.  I am grateful to my strength for keeping me 'in touch'.  I am grateful to my strength for teaching me life lessons through brief moments of anguish.  Like a child touching a hot stove for the first time, you might not learn if it doesn't hurt.

bn 

 

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses understanding."
-Kahlil Gibran

 

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Invisible Children

If you haven't already had the opportunity, I encourage everyone to watch the documentary titled "Invisible Children".  Following is the description on the DVD case:

 

CAN A STORY CHANGE THE WORLD?

In the spring of 2003, three young Americans traveled to Africa in search of such a story.  What they found was a tragedy that disgusted and inspired them.  A story where children are the weapons, and children are the victims.  The "Invisible Children: rough cut" film exposes the effects of a 20 year-long war on the children of Northern Uganda.  These children live in fear of abduction by rebel soldiers, and are being forced to fight as part of a violent army.  This wonderfully reckless documentary is fast paced, with an MTV beat, and is something truly unique.  To see Africa through young eyes is humorous and heart breaking, quick and informative - all in the very same breath.  

See this film, you will forever be changed.   

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I watched this film this evening and couldn't hold back my tears.  Not only did it make me want to do something to help (and find out what I can do...any means possible), it also was a quick heart and reality check.  I am so lucky.  Do I fear that rebels are going to come and take over my neighborhood, shooting and killing and raping my neighbors?  No.  Do I fear that the kids across the street are going to be forced to carry AK-47s?  No.  What do I fear?  How about being in an awkward social situation, saying the wrong thing or not saying anything at all when my mind is running a mile a minute with a million things to say?  Funny how those petty fears go right out the window when you get a blunt, clear perspective on reality.  

I agree.  This film has changed my life.  What about yours? 

 

Check out www.invisiblechildren.com


Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Live Green!

(From www.nesea.org) 

 WHAT YOU CAN DO TO SAVE MONEY AND LIVE GREEN!


Most of us are dependent on fossil fuels, which are causing havoc for our health, wallets, environment, and future.

 
However, you can make a difference on a global level, by incorporating responsible practices daily.

 
Here are the top 10 steps you can take to save money and energy, reduce climate change emissions (CO2) and reliance on foreign oil, and improve our air quality and quality of life.
 
1. Purchase green electricity; it’s easy and quick to do!
Contact your electricity supplier, check their web site, or go to www.green-e.org to learn about purchasing “clean electricity” and support renewable energy production.  Depending on your supplier, you can pay a little bit more for clean renewable electricity or you can purchase renewable energy certificates.
 
2. Replace incandescent light bulbs with compact fluorescent energy-efficient light bulbs.
Compact fluorescent bulbs use about one-fourth less electricity than incandescent, reduce CO2 emissions, last 9,000+ hours longer than incandescent bulbs, and offset approximately 1.5 tons of emissions per household per year. They may cost more to buy, but save you money in the long run.
 
3. Turn off your computer when done and unplug appliances if not used often.
Save money on electricity bills, reduce electricity consumption, and reduce CO2 emissions. Most appliances and computers use electricity even when “off.” In hot weather, an idling computer adds heat to a room, forcing air conditioning to run longer and use even more electricity to lower the temperature.
 
4. Choose Energy Star labeled appliances when purchasing new ones.
Save money on energy bills, reduce electricity consumption, and reduce CO2 emissions.
 
5. Weatherize your home.
Seal cracks in your home by weather stripping and caulking, and add insulation to reduce heating and cooling bills, energy consumption, and CO2 emissions.  Many electricity and heating suppliers offer low cost or free home energy audits to help you pinpoint areas that need attention, and make the changes.
 
6. Install solar panels and/or a solar hot water heating system.
Invest in reducing energy consumption by harnessing the power of the sun and reduce CO2 emissions.
 
7. Ask for a Green Home when purchasing, renovating, or building a home.
It’s healthier and saves money on energy bills, reduces electricity consumption, and reduces CO2 emissions.
 
8. Purchase a fuel-efficient automobile.
Save money on fuel and reduce CO2 emission concentrations.
 
9. Use alternate transportation.
Consider walking, biking, using public transit, or an electric scooter before you drive.
 
10. Purchase locally grown organic food as often as possible.
Reduce CO2 emissions since the food travels a shorter distance to your plate, and buying organic assures that petroleum-based fertilizers are not used.
 
Here’s a bonus…for the activist in you, whether bold or shy, this is a great way to communicate your opinion!

Be active in your community, vote, and write letters.
Let your voice be heard and your thoughts be known to your state and federal representatives!  You can make a difference by supporting the installation of a clean renewable energy facility such as a wind turbine, a biofueled facility, or landfill gas recovery facility in your community.

 
Sources: nesea.org; ucsusa.org; uspirg.org; sierraclub.org; populationconnection.org

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Be Glad

I found this quote on a card while browsing a gift shop today and loved it so much, I felt the need to share it.  Enjoy!

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Be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with your possessions; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends...and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit.  These are little guideposts on the footpath to peace. - Henry Van Dyke


Thursday, April 12, 2007

Love, revisited

Isn't 'love' the sum of all good?  Isn't 'love' the foundation for all religious doctrines?  Isn't 'love' the ultimate goal? Then why is it we push it away?

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Love is patient, love is kind.  it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  

Love never fails.  (1 Corinthians 13:4-8a)

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I have just spent a day at work, making phone calls to people that could care less about me other than getting a purchase order number, a meeting scheduled, or an answer about some useless information.  When those things are accomplished, the relationship is finished.  I spent 30 minutes going through mail, 3 envelopes of which were junk mail..a waste of time to open in the first place, one envelope which contained my tax information...I rejoiced, had a happy thought about the amount of money my accountant was able to get me as a refund, but sadly, I won't think of her again until next year.  Who knows how much time I spent today fretting about my dating life..."Is he interested, is he not?" and "Should I say yes to this date or not?"...when if there's a question, should I spend any time thinking of it at all?  Ridiculous.

How many times this week did I think about returning an email from my little cousin (who loves me unconditionally), but decided to put it off another day?  How many times have I thought about returning the call to that old friend (who has known me since I was 3, and STILL loves me), yet have allowed work to consume my time?  How many times has my phone rang and I've rolled my eyes because, God forbid, someone was thinking about me and wanted to say hello?  How many times have I received date invitations from men who are genuinely interested in me as a person, but I turned them down (because I had better things to do...or someone to chase who wasn't at all interested in me)?  How many times have I not wanted to be bothered by my dog who approaches me with a toy when I come home from work, just wanting to spend time with me (because she loves me unconditionally)?  How many times have I cried out to the Universe to put loving people in my life and ignored or even rejected the ones who were already there?

Do you see the ingredients of love mentioned above?  Who in their right mind wouldn't want that?  And yet I, in my ignorance, have decided at times to reject those who have been perfectly willing and able to show me love, as described above. I don't understand it. I don't understand the need to want to push love away.  I don't understand that, though love is the ultimate goal,  I can choose to fill my time with useless things and selfish people.  I choose TODAY to dig my heels into this issue and decide to love, once and for all.  Awareness is always a good start.

 

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Tao te Ching - 76

 

Men are born soft and supple;

dead, they are stiff and hard.

Plants are born tender and pliant;

dead, they are brittle and dry.

 

Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible

is a disciple of death.

Whoever is soft and yielding

is a disciple of life.

 

The hard and stiff will be broken.

The soft and supple will prevail.

 

(From the Tao te Ching - New English Version by Stephen Mitchell)


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Gratitude

 

To the tree that shades my car.  To the flowers that bloom on the tree that shades my car.  To the pink on the flowers that bloom on the tree that shades my car.  To the bees that transfer pollen from the anther to the stigma of the pink flowers that bloom on the tree that shades my car.  To the night moon that shines through the leaves and the flowers that were pink in the day, black at night, resting up for another day of simple, miraculous magnificence and providing much appreciated shade for my car, I show my gratitude.


Sunday, April 8, 2007

Freedom

How dare I not make a difference in my community, when my freedom to vote has been paid for?  How dare I not speak my mind, when my freedom of speech has been paid for?  How dare I not make full use of my intelligence, when my freedom to acquire an education has been paid for?  How dare I not surround my heart with people of many cultures, when my freedom to integrate has been paid for?  How dare I not hold my head high in full confidence, when my freedom to live has been paid for?

 

Choose freedom...it's already been paid for. 


Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Love

Good Things

"While you are upon earth, enjoy the good things that are here." -John Selden

... 

Where are the 'good things'?  EVERYWHERE!  When was the last time you drove in to work and paid attention to the 'good things' you pass?  I am lucky enough to live in a place where my drive in to work includes a view of the ocean and a gorgeous canyon filled with trees, rock formations and various wildlife.  You'd be surprised at how often my mind is solely focused on making it there on time, listening to the traffic report, and thinking about what stresses my day will bring.  It's no wonder by the time I get to the office my shoulders are stuck to my ears!  It's the days that I say "wow" when I pass deer feeding on the hill above my home, "wow" at the clear view of the aqua-blue ocean, and "wow" to the clouds rising up through the canyon, that I arrive at work with a genuine smile on my face and a heart ready to take on the world. 

Where ever you are, don't forget to take the time to notice the 'good things', to acknowledge the 'good things', to say "wow". Smile


Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I Walk Alone

I park my car, keys in hand, I walk alone, down the busy street. People are scattered about, each in their own heads, thinking a million thoughts at once, like me. Or are they? I walk past, alone, and smile at strangers. I play a half game of 'peek-a-boo' with a baby in a stroller as I walk alone. I make eye contact with a homeless woman, a woman who I've now learned believes all diseases are blamed on germs. On germs, she says, repeatedly. I get it.

I walk alone, bag in hand, returning an item. The makeup I bought last week was much too dark for my complexion. Who was I kidding? I must have been lying to myself again. I swiftly walk to my destination, all the while making eye contact with strangers, giving directions to a tourist, giving a dollar to a needy person, left hand in pocket in a feeble attempt to stay warm.

In the store, I don't ask for help, I can help myself. Alone, I test out different types of makeup until I find a match, a true match. I exchange the goods, smiling and apologizing for the terrible inconvenience I may have caused. The cashier smiles as he's made another sale. I leave, same bag in hand. I walk alone.

A young, Japanese couple stands on the corner holding each other tight. Not waiting. Not crying. No reason. Just holding. I smile as I hope to one day know someone that would feel that way about me, and the feeling would be returned, unbridled. To be that carefree, to not worry what the other may be thinking of this tender moment, to not worry that people are trying to hurry around you…what a dream. Time stood still for those two. I wonder if they know the effect they had on me?

I walk alone. Making eye contact with strangers, smiling even though I carry an aching, burdensome, emptiness inside that I cannot define. I wonder if anyone notices. I wonder if anyone is outside of his or her own head enough to feel it. I wonder if germs are to blame for disease. I wonder if more 'peek-a-boo' should be added to my priority list. I wonder if this makeup will look good on me or if I have deceived myself once again. I walk alone.


Monday, March 26, 2007

Welcome to My Home
Welcome to my home! It's nice for you to come and visit. I wonder if it was the beautiful landscaping that lead you to my door. Believe it or not, it is all natural. I have a little maintenance to do to keep it looking pleasant, but never have I hired someone to do it for me. Call me an artist of sorts-I've become skilled over the years. If you look close enough, with a critical eye, you WILL find flaws. I've learned to live with those flaws and I quite enjoy the authenticity of them. I invite you to do the same.

My home is small, I must admit, but there are many rooms inside for you to explore. After years of work, I have had it completely re-wired. I did it myself...by reading any book I could get my hands on dealing with the subject. So any room you choose to visit is well lit, all you must do is flip the switch. Each room is equipped with a dimmer...you have the power to determine the amount of light you'd prefer in each particular area. Want a little heat? Here's the switch, all you have to do is set the temperature at your preference!

Help yourself to something to eat. I have food and drink a plenty. I have fruits and vegetables, meat and potatoes. All you have to do is ask.

Head into the library. Beautiful, isn't it? Stacked with books of every genre, I'm sure you'll find something that sparks your interest. I've got self-help books galore, spiritual books, an entire history section, dating as far back as March of 1975. There are stories of loss, of wins, of richer and poorer, of birth and death, of seeking and finding. I've got novels which feature dreams being accomplished, families and friends being reunited, of learning love. Some of the books have seen their better days, so be extra careful with them...we wouldn't want them to fall apart. You can enjoy each and every last book, if you'd like. The only thing required of you is to sit down and read them. I'll bring you a cup of tea, if you'd like. It may take some time to get through them, but if you have the time, I'd love to share them with you.

I love to show off my walk-in closets. You can walk in and grab anything to wrap around you to keep you warm, protect you from the elements. There are coats in every size. Go ahead, wrap a scarf around you. Don't be embarrassed. Trust me, you'll feel much better once you put one on.

Check out my entertainment room. Jazz, classical, classic rock, modern rock, rhythm and blues, rap...the list goes on and on. Just turn it on. Not only do I have a vast, eclectic music library, I possess a ton of comedic material. So if you want a good laugh, just turn it on.

Don't hesitate to take a dip in the pool. The water is warm...feel it. Let it surround you, heal you, take away your aches and pains. It's funny, of the people I've had over to visit, not many just jump right in. I watch it over and over again, one toe in...take it out quickly! One toe in, maybe a little more...take it out quickly! I think what people don't realize is that if you'd just dive right in, despite fears, you'd see that everything is just fine. It just is. I remember being afraid of water...there were so many times I could have just enjoyed myself in the moment instead of worrying about drowning, or not being able to get out, or it being too cold, or even being exposed in my bathing suit. I've learned to just dive in...and have fun. So what are you waiting for?

My bedroom is a sanctuary. I don't let too many people inside. I'll let you take a look, because I believe I can trust you. You've come this far, right?! It's a little cold right now, but if you'd like we can put on a fire. The only thing required of you is to light it. I've got the wood already in place. Here's a match...

So, our tour is just about over. It's been fun. Not sure if you noticed my little 'list of rules' hanging by the front door. It's simple, really, but I like for my guests that plan to return to know the rules I put forth. The rules are as follows:

1. Respect my home inside and out.*
2. Respect me (I Am my Home)


*Being respectful includes not stealing anything...if you want something, just ask. That's what it's there for. Being respectful means trying not to break anything. If you break something, pick it up. Repair it if you can. If you can't, don't worry, I will forgive you. But if you continue to break things in my house, I will have to question your motives and decide whether or not those motives are allowed in my home again. Being respectful also includes being open in communication. If you don't like my roasted potatoes, tell me. That way I have the option to not make them for you again or to ask for a suggestion on how to make them better. If you like sweet tea, tell me, and I'll have a pitcher of it filled each time you return. If you want to leave, so be it, but I'd appreciate you finding me and telling me so that I know not to continue looking for you in the wee hours of the night, keeping your wine glass full. Being respectful means keeping the competition out. I don't want to hear how the Petersons' house down the street is so much better than mine. My home is my home, whether it has a shingle that needs repairing or a light bulb changed. It is my home. It is all I have and have worked hard for. It will NEVER be the Petersons' home, and if you don't like it, go visit the Petersons'!!!


Sunday, March 25, 2007

Fear

Again, I was drawn to a favorite book of mine, a staple of sorts, titled "The War of Art", by Steven Pressfield.  The particular chapter I landed upon was one focused on fear, and mainly the worst fear of all, the fear of success. 

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Resistance feeds on fear.  We experience Resistance as fear.  But fear of what?

Fear of the consequences of following our heart.  Fear of bankruptcy, fear of poverty, fear of insolvency.  Fear of groveling when we try to make it on our own, and of groveling when we give up and come crawling back to where we started.  Fear of being selfish, of being rotten wives or disloyal husbands; fear of failing to support our families, of sacrificing their dreams for ours.  Fear of betraying our race, our 'hood, our homies.  Fear of failure.  Fear of being ridiculous.  Fear of throwing away the education, the training, the preparation that those we love have sacrificed so much for, that we ourselves have worked our butts off for.  Fear of launching into the void, of hurtling too far out there; fear of passing some point of no return, beyond which we cannot recant, cannot reverse, cannot rescind, but must live with this cocked-up choice for the rest of our lives.  Fear of madness.  Fear of insanity.  Fear of death.  

These are serious fears.  But they're not the real fear.  Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all Fears that's so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don't believe it.

Fear That We Will Succeed. 

(Excerpt from The War of Art by Steven Pressfield)

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I sat here with a list of things to do today....not just the laundry, walk the dog, pick up such and such at the grocery store, but bigger things...things that would help me get closer to my dreams, things that would help me to feel accomplished, such as writing a small autobiography to submit to my book publisher.  How hard could that be?  I know myself and my history better than anyone I know...it doesn't take years of study or hard labor to type that out.  Resistance had set in, and I could have gone outside and hand picked every weed out of my front lawn late into the night rather than sit for 10 minutes to write out my little bio.  Isn't it amazing what power we give to fear and resistance?  The silent excuses we give ourselves of why we don't follow through with a particular task (that means SO much to our core being), have got to stop.  Happiness, fulfillment, and great success are just around the corner, if we'd just take back our own personal power and stare fear right in the face.  

 

Monday, March 19, 2007

Volunteer

"Ask how you can serve the community rather than asking how the community can serve you.  When you use your calling to make a difference in the community, opportunities to create abundance will emerge in your life."

-Tavis Smiley

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I was given the opportunity today to watch a 3 minute promotional video for a non-profit organization called "The Art of Elysium" (Elysium meaning a place or condition of ideal happiness).  I had to use every bit of strength I had to not weep.  Why would I cry?  I felt for the children in the video that were to live out their lives in hospitals, that had been severely burned, that had special needs.  I also realized that my thoughts of "I should volunteer more of my time" were suddenly challenged, and that it was time to do just that.  

Committing to 4 hours per month of service is nothing compared to the time I commit to aimless internet searches and seeing the same re-run of Law and Order for the 5th time in a row.  I am grateful for this opportunity.

Some of us don't have the time to commit to volunteering, don't have the money to donate, or have no idea where to begin.  I encourage you to look into charities that interest you.  Sometimes they are in need of office supplies that you may have laying around the house, or an hour of your time to write thank you cards.  Not only is it helping those in need, it is helping you to feel good about doing good, as well as creating a sense of community that is severely lacking in this day and age.  Wink

 

For info on The Art of Elysium, go to www.theartofelysium.org


Thursday, March 15, 2007

Time

Since when does one not have the time to peer out a window for a moment to enjoy the birds, trees and sky?  Since when does one not have the time to make a 5 minute phone call to check in on a loved one?  Since when does one not have the time while in traffic to let a person move in front of them?  Since when does one not have the time to look up and say hello to the mail person, the grocery store cashier, the barista, the neighbor?  Since when does one not have the time to put on a coat, step out into the night and admire the stars?  Since when does one not have the time to engage in pure and utter silliness with their favorite child?  Since when does one not have the time to enjoy a simple cup of tea while reflecting on the good things in life?

You tell me.   

 

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Criticism

Another excerpt from one of my favorite books, "The War of Art", by Steven Pressfield.

Resistance and Criticism (page 38)

If you find yourself criticizing other people, you're probably doing it out of Resistance.  When we see others beginning to live their authentic selves, it drives us crazy if we have not lived our own.

Individuals who are realized in their own lives almost never criticize others.  If they speak at all, it is to offer encouragement.  Watch yourself.  Of all the manifestations of Resistance, most only harm ourselves.   Criticism and cruelty harm others as well.

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I found myself criticizing someone harshly today, not only in my mind, but out loud.  My 'complaint' was that he has a tendency to find something negative in everything.  I compared him to the  "Debbie Downer" character on Saturday Night Live played by Rachel Dratch, referring to something he had said following it with the "wuaaaa wuaaaaaa" sound.  Boy did I think I was a hoot!  Then I sat down and it hit me.  I can see that tendency in myself, yet it is magnified 10x in him (in my mind).  I despise that about myself, that I can go to that place of seeing the negative side of things.  So I sat back and thought about him, thought about the fact that I have NO IDEA what is going on in his life right now, NO IDEA what his journey has been about.  This has really helped me to 'check myself'.  I made a commitment to be conscious of my negative thoughts and to change them to positives whenever I am aware of them creeping up.  We are each on our own journey and really have no place to criticize others.  Nobody enjoys being criticized.  Embarassed

 

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Trees

Did you know that a single tree has the ability to absorb approximately one ton of carbon dioxide during its lifetime?  It is true!  Trees absorb carbon dioxide and give oxygen.   With the increase in carbon dioxide by automobile traffic, manufacturing and other human activities, it is important that we do whatever it takes to counteract the negative effects these things have on our environment.

 

So, if you have the means to plant a tree, start digging.
 

If you do not have the time nor the space to plant a tree, look into a service, such as www.americanforests.org,  that will plant the tree for you and send a certificate as a gift or remembrance.  Look into your local government office as they often have tree planting programs, providing trees that thrive on your local environmental conditions and climate.Smile


Monday, March 12, 2007

Beauty

Look for the character and authenticity of beauty.  The Japanese believe beauty should have a flaw to be alive.  Excellence is never perfect; it is merely excellent.  (An excerpt from 'Grace Notes' by Alexandra Stoddard).

What is the 'authenticity of beauty'?  Is beauty really in the eye of the beholder or is it a universal quality that triggers our hearts and minds to respond in the same manner?    It is important for us all to meditate on how we, as individuals, define beauty and on whether or not it is at all authentic.  Is our idea of beauty based on the media or ego charged?  Think about that.


Sunday, March 11, 2007

Solutions

Successful solutions are based on the powerful principle that resolution occurs by fostering the positive, not by attacking the negative.  Recovery from alcoholism can't be accomplished by fighting intoxication, but, rather, only by choosing sobriety.  The "war to end all wars" did no such thing, nor could it possibly have done so.  Wars - including wars on "vice", "drugs," or any of the human needs regularly traded for in the great hidden social marketplace that underlies conventional commerce - can only be won by choosing peace.  (Excerpt from Power vs. Force by David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D.)

Think about it. 


Saturday, March 10, 2007

Selfishness

In order to overcome selfishness, it is necessary to be daring. It is as though you were dressed in your swimsuit, standing on the diving board with a pool in front of you, and you ask yourself: "Now what?" The obvious answer is: "Jump." That is daring. You might wonder if you will sink or hurt yourself if you jump. You might. There is no insurance, but it is worthwhile jumping to find out what will happen. The student warrior has to jump. We are so accustomed to accepting what is bad for us and rejecting what is good for us. We are attracted to our cocoons, our selfishness, and we are afraid of selflessness, stepping beyond ourselves. So in order to overcome our hesitation about giving up our privacy, and in order to commit ourselves to others' welfare, some kind of leap is necessary.

-Chogyam Trungpa (an excerpt from Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior)




Ever think that holding on to your privacy could be selfish? Well, I have begun to think of it that way. I have endured many hardships in the nearly 32 years I have existed on this earth in this particular lifetime. There are times when I want to share those things with the world, hoping it might help some desperate soul to have hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Yet, I have learned that as I build new relationships, I feel compelled to hide those things. "What if I frighten this person away?", "What if this person won't accept me once they find this information out about my past?". Well, so what if I do? The fact is, that is who I AM. I am unique, and more than 'just a pretty face'. I have fought. I have conquered. I have persevered. I have loved. I have lost. I have won. The Universe puts certain people in our lives for a reason...there are lessons to be learned by everyone. And if that lesson is taught in a month, a year, or even a lifetime, one won't know until one 'jumps'.

   

Friday, March 9, 2007

Authentic

 

- Authentic, genuine, real, veritable share the sense of actuality and lack of falsehood or misrepresentation. Authentic carries a connotation of authoritative certification that an object is what it is claimed to be: an authentic Rembrandt sketch. Genuine refers to objects or persons having the characteristics or source claimed or implied: a genuine ivory carving. Real, the most general of these terms, refers to innate or actual—as opposed to ostensible—nature or character: In real life, plans often miscarry. A real diamond will cut glass.

Life is too short to be anything but. 

I will check in with myself often to be sure I am being genuine in the moment.  


Thursday, March 8, 2007

Resistance and Procrastination
I picked up The War of Art by Steven Pressfield this evening and began reading. I highly recommend that anyone and everyone with a heart and soul should add it to their personal library.  For today, this particular excerpt hit me.

(Page 22)

RESISTANCE AND PROCRASTINATION PART TWO

The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit. We don't just put off our lives today; we put them off till our deathbed.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without power to alter our destiny. This second, we can turn the tables on Resistance.

This second, we can sit down and do our work.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Naturally

I live in California.  Here, though lovely, I don't experience the wonder of the seasons.  I lived in Virginia the first part of this year and saw the plant life turn from winter to early summer.  I was amazed. 

When I arrived, there was not a leaf on a tree, not a flower in sight.  Only tiny patches of snow here and there and a few tufts of brown grass.  In a matter of weeks, the trees were covered in leaves and blossoms, wildflowers sprouted up around the river, everything was green.   I had to pinch myself.  Though I traveled to Virginia to work, I took that opportunity to make a lot of changes in my life.  Like a gardener, I weeded out the things that were not helping me to grow.  Certain relationships, eating habits, financial patterns, and time management were all placed at new levels on my priority list.  Some didn't even make it onto that list...and I felt great.  While experiencing this new found freedom, I was able to take a step back and relate to the plant life changing around me. 

We easily forget, as humans, that we-just as the trees, the grass, the flowers, and the water-are just a working part of nature.  Just as an apple tree needs water and sunlight and the right living conditions to bear fruit, so do we. 

So many of us have been or are currently in a creative rut.  We get stuck-we bear no fruit and become depressed, anxiety ridden and feel there must be something utterly wrong with us.  Well, there just isn't.  Every year trees shed all of their leaves and look desolate.  At the first site of an apple tree during the cold months, you might believe it is useless, an eyesore, worthless.  But no.  The tree naturally needs rest.  The tree isn't stressing out that it didn't bear fruit or write a good script, or finish that song, or meet that quota.  The tree just is.  And so should we be.  Sometimes our creative little minds need a natural break.  A time to shed its leaves, shut down and prepare itself for the next season of 'bearing fruit'.  Instead of hating yourself and hating life during that time, you can take a moment to nurture yourself.  Create the right living conditions by clearing clutter that can distract, meeting up with positive people who make you feel good, eating good food that is good for you, resting when your body calls for rest.  Then, just be.  It will come, naturally.







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