Walk in Someone Else’s Shoes

“If ever there was a time to walk in someone else’s shoes, the time is now.  Polarity is having a field day to the detriment of all. Of course, you count; your view counts; your opinion is important. But so is your neighbour’s viewpoint. It is difficult to appreciate someone when they differ from you even disagree with you and you with them. Try to become the observer, neutralizing your emotions and walking in their shoes. Hard to do but a call...

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“We are Stardust; We are Golden”

“Some of you who are of the Woodstock generation may remember these words: We are stardust; we are golden, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden…” as sung by the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. The composer of the lyrics is Joni Mitchell. If you want the soft version of the song, go with her, otherwise rock out with the band. Regardless, take in the truth of the words and know you are stardust; you are golden, and You Are getting...

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Let It Unfold instead of Assuming

“In times of uncertainty and perceived danger, it is natural to want to defend yourself against what may arise. You – in your mind – look for ways to control the situation by identifying safety measures, following rules, keeping “away” from the source of concern both figuratively and literally. Ironically, what demands greater discipline than acting on a perceived threat, is allowing circumstances to unfold and reveal the truth of...

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You Intend before You Do

“The focus on doing has overshadowed its preceding process – that of intending in order to initiate the doing. Doing something/anything is not materialized in a vacuum but spawned as a result of an inner motivation, drive or will. Whether insignificant or life-changing, every action has as its source the doer’s intention. Taking this further, if your intention is shaped by outer influences then your actions are not self-made but directed by...

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A Goddess of her Generation

“The words have been rolling around in my head since the early morning hours and now I am ready to write. My mother died yesterday (Friday) early afternoon after being taken to hospital at 11 am due to respiratory distress. Her health had been failing – we had just been in the same hospital for an iron infusion on the Wednesday. When I visited her on Thursday, my heart broke seeing her so weak and frail. Fortunately, I was able to be with her...

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