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Archive for the month “September, 2011”

We all need more Cowbell!

Life is a personal journal

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field.  I’ll meet you there.  When the soul lies down in that grass  the world is too full to talk about.        — Rumi

There is a fountain of youth:

it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people
you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

– Sophia Loren

40 things to know in the valley!

  1. Faith and Hope = trust
  2. Nobody is as good or as bad as they want you to think
  3. You are never alone
  4. You are loved and valuable
  5. Don’t avoid the suffering…the only way out is through
  6. Face your truth
  7. It’s all about you
  8. Let go…let go…keep letting go…
  9. Kindness, beauty, truth
  10.  Keep working to gain ground
  11. Smile
  12. Live in awareness
  13. Look for miracles every moment
  14. Rest
  15.  Become yourself
  16.  Never stop learning
  17. Your gut always knows – trust!
  18. Look for friends on all levels
  19. Listen
  20. Ask, seek and knock
  21. Don’t give yourself away to peopleo who don’t understand
  22.  Enjoy, and laugh, at this moment – even the tough ones
  23. Fight to keep your heart open
  24. Find the value in your failures
  25. Surround yourself in nature
  26. Realize the value of your life
  27. Acknowledge the miracles
  28. Try everything you can and talk to everyone you meet
  29. Seek healing instead of justice or vengeance
  30. Keep on going
  31. Use Death as an Advisor
  32. Fear is a paper tiger/do what you fear
  33. Sing…LOUD
  34.  The light is within you
  35.  Joy and peace don’t depend on circumstances
  36. Don’t believe the “obstacle illusions” in your way
  37. The power of 40
  38. There is lots of Free Stuff out there
  39. Friends
  40.  Love Conquers All

The Treasure

Someone you know was walking through the woods alone,
just following his whims, when he looked down into the hollow where a dark
stream flowed. On the other side of the stream he saw something gold glinting
in the darkness. It was out of his way, and looked difficult to reach, but the
mysterious thing beckoned to him. So he left the well-maintained path, and
descended the steep bank. He made his way, with great effort, through painful
brambles and resistant thickets. Beyond the stream he could see the gold thing,
shining in a tiny shaft of sunlight. As he stepped into the stream he realized
that it was much deeper than he had imagined. He paused, thinking this was a
silly obsession. What would people think of him going to all this trouble just
to find a piece of trash beside a creek? But that thing seemed to be calling
out to him— not from across the stream, but from within him. And he thought, “What
better have I to do than to pursue this mystery?” So he plunged into the
stream. It was over his head, and cold, and the current was surprisingly
strong. He imagined what would happen if he drowned, and they found his body
here. How would they explain that? It made him laugh. But he had resolved to
make this little journey, so he swam across the current.

On the other side he waded through the mud to the treasure. It was certainly nothing that anybody else would want. It was an old picture with a gilded frame, dirty and mostly caked with mud, but shiny along one edge. He wiped off the glass. What he saw astonished him. It was a portrait. To someone looking on it might have looked like nothing but vague
shapes of light and shadow. But among the dreamy shapes, he saw a portrait of
himself! Only it was more noble and beautiful than he could have imagined. In
this picture he had purpose. There was a look in his eyes of deep joy and
wisdom. And it was clear that whoever had painted the picture had done so with
great love and tenderness, with respect for even the tiniest and most ordinary
details. Amazed, he stared at it for a long, long time. The afternoon passed

Finally, clutching it to his heart, he returned across the stream. But in the strong current the picture slipped from his hands and it sank into the unreachable depths. At first he wanted to dive down and find it; but then, floating on the water, he realized that it did not matter. He had seen the picture, and it was engraved in his heart; that was all that mattered to him. He crossed the stream and found a new road, eager to go home and,
though it seemed impossible, to tell his wife.


Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light


Change your THOUGHTS – Change your Life!!!

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