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The Way
Listen closely and you can hear them...
the great spirits of every tribe the ones who were here before us
Listen to what they are saying
There is one who calls himself Gandhi and another who calls himself King
They know that the way is not easy
There is a woman named Teresa and many who are simply known as Grandmothers and Grandfathers and all of them whisper into our ear..
'Don't give up' they tell us...
'Don't become cynical...
' 'Take one more step...'
'There is a reason...'
(May this day bring you joy!
Ron Atchison The Mayor of Inspiration Peak http://www.inspirationpeak.com/

Ramtha says "The only bad days I ever have are ones where I allow myself to feel sorry for myself" What do you do when you went to bed angry and you wake up noticing the gorgeous colors of the trees outside your bathroom window and you come downstairs determined to have a great day, get back on your track but you can't even find a place to sit because of other people's messes left behind, so you reach to pick up a pillow that's been thrown onto the floor and your hand goes into something cold and gooey and you realize it's dog doo doo and you scream and fling it but you only have to then find it so you can clean it up but first you have to get it out from underneath your fingernails which is about the most disgusting thing you can imagine?

Hmmm. What would you do?

In Conversations With God, God says, "Whenever you don't know what to do, ask yourself, 'what would love do?' and the Way will be made clear" The Way. Hmmm, I suppose it's no accident that Tao is literally translated to "The Way". Or that when Jesus came He said, "I am the Way, the Truth and the Light"

What would Gandhi do? What would Mother Teresa do?

Yeah, I laughed, cleaned it up, blogged about it and now I think I'll make a Thanksgiving altar. I'll start with I'm thankful I don't have dog doo doo on my hands anymore.......




Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Power

So every now and then I go to a site called My Spirit Oracle http://www.spiritproject.com/oracle/companions/index.htm
It's a fun, pick a card, tell your fortune sort of place. I like it cause it has pretty pictures and makes you wait for the text which forces me to slow down and pay attention to what I think the picture represents.
Today I get:

The Sun
New Powers are growing within you. You don't have to do anything but realizewho you really are and let your personality shine thru.Smile- and the world smiles back at you.

And I realize that's the word that keeps cropping up since I started this web site. Power. Usually I don't really like the word Power. It seems scary, having more to do with others as in "that rich guy has a lot of power" I don't really like to think the word has anything to do with me. Although I realize it may. Just a different definition of Power. As in "that woman realized that all along she held the power of truth, visualization and love right in her heart".

"The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own.
No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame.
The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it.
This is the day your life really begins."
Bob Moawad Inspirational Author, Speaker and Coach

Now that's Power! Knowing who you really are. And I would add, knowing how to get back when you've lost your way. That's the real Power.
Very Cool.

9:21 am est

Monday, October 30, 2006

Yoga

So, my yoga class this morning was heavenly. Had a woman come up afterwards and kiss me on the cheek "this is for you" she says. Had another come up and tell me she never thought she'd be able to lay down for soooo long (we did a 5 minute relaxation) but once she got into it she couldn't believe how quick 5 minutes really is.
Kinda sad that people get anxious about resting for 5 minutes. I understand it, I was once like that....oh, who am I kidding? I still have a really hard time resting. I have to make myself slow down. Sort of like:

Sounds of Silence

Four monks decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks. By nightfall on the first day, the candle began to flicker and then went out. The first monk said, "Oh, no! The candle is out."
The second monk said, "Aren't we not suppose to talk?"
The third monk said, "Why must you two break the silence?"
The fourth monk laughed and said, "Ha! I'm the only one who didn't speak."
John Suler, Phd, Zen Stories6:43 pm est