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Day 2 of Gratitude
Today’s gratitude theme is: WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN NEVER REPAY? Wow. Well that definitely made me think.
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Imagining Better
There is an inner knowing that all is well, I am right where I should be, and that good and more good is already mine. Now, don’t get me wrong – I love my life. I have great relationships with my family and friends, a great community I consider myself an important part of, and lots of talents and skills that do will continue to serve me and my planet well. I do, however, know that there is always more good to experience. That since the Universe is infinite, then so can my experience of it and its good be.
Boycotting Black Friday
All over the planet we hear cries for freedom, and then in our wealthy country we get mad if we have to spend an extra dollar on something that a six-year-old went blind to make us. When we truly get how large our individual impact is on the world we are creating together, I can’t imagine anyone getting excited over choosing spending money on things over spending quality time with people.
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One’s “Ick” Is Ano...
As our world faces some very real choices in moving forward as a species, I wonder if each of us are willing on an individual basis to look at where we have judged “ick.” Are we willing to shift to an “art” perspective? And, if not, are we at least willing to “accept” that our point of view isn’t the only valid one? I believe that as we do this, we are participating in healing the entire planet, starting with ourselves. To me, that is the ultimate “Art.”
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Feeling Bad for Feeling Good?!
here I am, in the middle of this awesome life. And yet, even as I type, there is this ingrained part of me that says I can’t feel all the way good about all of my good. Or that somehow by proclaiming my gratitude for all of this goodness, that I am “rubbing it in” for those who may not be experiencing as much good right now. What kind of crap is that?!
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Compassionate Boundaries
Along the path it seems
Like I have lost so many things.
But in a certain way,
I want everything to stay;
As if somehow its wrong
For life to move along.
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Saying YES
We can all use practice in saying Yes to that which we want to invite into our lives, and spending less time talking about and thinking about and looking at that which we really don’t want to experience. It is our choice! Saying Yes is like asking the Universe to light a fire underneath our Good to get it cooking faster. What are you ready to Say Yes to?
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May I Please Be Excused?
Today, with the help of a loving witness, friend, and assistant searcher (all the same person), I learned something new about myself. It took a while to get there, and it wasn’t very pretty for a moment or two, but I uncovered a very old desire to “be excused.” From what, you ask? Apparently whatever I damn-well please. Just because I’m me – and I’ll tell you whatever story will convince you to agree, or at least let me off the hook. There is a slight element of ‘please feel sorry for me’ in there, too.
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Pushing Forward
Sometimes, I forget what it is I’m really doing here…. I can get caught up in all this DOing and forget about he BEing part of being a Human Being. My life tends to go in waves from not much going on to too much going on, and it can be easy to lose site of the fact that I am the one deciding.
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Why must children “perform?...
Can you just see adults sitting around a table asking, “Well, did you learn your periodic table?” Why do we feel the need to interact with kids this way? Schooled and homeschooled kids alike, I see them being asked to perform wherever they go. “What did you learn in school today? What’s 3 times 3? How many stars are on the American flag?” And of course, the kid version of “what do you do” is “what grade are you in?” Are we thinking we’re helping them?