Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Truth About Finding The Magic Of Living Your Dream


Driving through the wooded back roads in rural Florida to the destination of a prospective client was a blessing for me as my soul was soothed while listening to the orchestra of Mother Nature. The gentleman had called twice asking for an appointment. He wanted to buy final expense insurance.
I drove round the next bend in the road and there it was, a cute little cottage with a wraparound front porch and two rocking chairs. Almost reminded me of my Grandma's home. As I was getting out of the car, I heard the screech of the screen door open. The gentleman and his wife came out to greet me.
This was a nice peaceful place to be at that moment, until the gentleman made the comment that life had been nothing but hopeless for the last forty years. As his wife dropped her head I saw the tears streaming down her face.
I listened intently as he shared his story with me. Years ago he had worked with a man named Ray Kroc. Mr. Kroc approached this gentleman after work one day and asked him to invest ten thousand dollars in a new business venture. It so happened that the gentleman and his wife had saved exactly ten thousand dollars. Excited about this new venture the gentleman hurried home to share the good news with his wife. Her reaction was not what he had expected. His wife reacted beyond anger according to his story. She absolutely would not let her husband take their savings and squander the money on some crazy nonsense.
Ray Kroc found investors and we know the story. The gentleman sitting in the rocking chair in front of me that day had worked at the same place the majority of his life. Now he and his wife were living on Social Security with no investments. He looked into my eyes as his tears welled, he said the day that he told Ray Kroc he couldn't invest was the day he lost hope for any success in life. Instead of following his gut feeling, he allowed the anger from his wife to steal his dream.
Phantoms instill in us fear, guilt, shame, and hopelessness. We allow them to take a very personal, private part of who we are. We were given the gift of choice to create a life of fulfillment. Unfortunately we cave to the negative and dark energy of Phantoms. The consequence is loss of our hopes and dreams.
There is a light at the dark end of the hopeless tunnel wherein we're trapped. We can look directly into the light of Gratefulness and take back our hope and our dream. It only takes thirty days to form a new habit. Each morning when we wake we thank God for our blessings and the blessings that await us that day. Each night before sleeping we thank God for our blessings and our blessings to come. Within thirty days we will see a significant change in our lives. Gratefulness works. Go on give it a try.

The Truth About Finding The Magic Of Living Your Dream


Driving through the wooded back roads in rural Florida to the destination of a prospective client was a blessing for me as my soul was soothed while listening to the orchestra of Mother Nature. The gentleman had called twice asking for an appointment. He wanted to buy final expense insurance.
I drove round the next bend in the road and there it was, a cute little cottage with a wraparound front porch and two rocking chairs. Almost reminded me of my Grandma's home. As I was getting out of the car, I heard the screech of the screen door open. The gentleman and his wife came out to greet me.
This was a nice peaceful place to be at that moment, until the gentleman made the comment that life had been nothing but hopeless for the last forty years. As his wife dropped her head I saw the tears streaming down her face.
I listened intently as he shared his story with me. Years ago he had worked with a man named Ray Kroc. Mr. Kroc approached this gentleman after work one day and asked him to invest ten thousand dollars in a new business venture. It so happened that the gentleman and his wife had saved exactly ten thousand dollars. Excited about this new venture the gentleman hurried home to share the good news with his wife. Her reaction was not what he had expected. His wife reacted beyond anger according to his story. She absolutely would not let her husband take their savings and squander the money on some crazy nonsense.
Ray Kroc found investors and we know the story. The gentleman sitting in the rocking chair in front of me that day had worked at the same place the majority of his life. Now he and his wife were living on Social Security with no investments. He looked into my eyes as his tears welled, he said the day that he told Ray Kroc he couldn't invest was the day he lost hope for any success in life. Instead of following his gut feeling, he allowed the anger from his wife to steal his dream.
Phantoms instill in us fear, guilt, shame, and hopelessness. We allow them to take a very personal, private part of who we are. We were given the gift of choice to create a life of fulfillment. Unfortunately we cave to the negative and dark energy of Phantoms. The consequence is loss of our hopes and dreams.
There is a light at the dark end of the hopeless tunnel wherein we're trapped. We can look directly into the light of Gratefulness and take back our hope and our dream. It only takes thirty days to form a new habit. Each morning when we wake we thank God for our blessings and the blessings that await us that day. Each night before sleeping we thank God for our blessings and our blessings to come. Within thirty days we will see a significant change in our lives. Gratefulness works. Go on give it a try.

Wanna Get High? It Just Takes Blisscipline! 8 Tips for a Happier Life


The other day I had gotten myself into such a blissful state people would have thought I was high on (add drug here). Even I though I was a bit over the top crazy-blissed out like I'd never been before, I was so happy I couldn't give a rats patootie. I felt phenomenal and everything and everyone that came into contact with me were influenced to the same feeling. It was as if I had the Midas touch. No it wasn't as if...I had the Midas touch.
So how do you get to this place of bliss?
Well first it takes knowing that you can change your state at anytime. And by change your state I mean you can feel the way you want to feel. And by changing how you feel, you change what you experience in your world.
Do you believe that your thoughts & emotions create?
Do you know that how you feel is everything? The universe is responding to your vibration. Not your words or your actions specifically, but to the vibration you are emitting. By vibration I mean energy. You are energy and the state of your energy is what attracts the circumstances and people in your life. However blissful or lackluster.
So let's get high!
Tip #1. And in my world this is the most important tip. You have to love yourself just as you are. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look deep into your eyes past any faults you usually see in yourself and see that you are so much more. See who is truly looking back at you. Source, God, Spirit, that power within or whatever you identify with is looking back through your eyes. It is who you truly are. Make it a practice to remember who is truly there within you and ask often "how does Source see me" or "how does Source see this person or situation." I like to ask WWLD, "What Would Love Do?" or better WWLT, "What Would Love Think?"
Tip #2 Choose to be happy. Happiness is a state of mind. Make it a habit. Train your mind to think good feeling thoughts. When you find yourself thinking negatively, ask yourself "are these thoughts worthy of my attention?" There are a lot of thoughts that are so unworthy. Think "Are these thoughts worth my health, worth my happiness, worth my joy, worth me giving up things going well for me?" Most of the time, the answer is going to be "hell no!" Turn your attention to any thought that feels better or gives you relief. Cultivate happiness.
Tip#3 Laugh at yourself often. Life isn't that serious!! You create your reality. Change the game that is your life. Laugh at yourself when you start thinking thoughts that are not true about yourself. Clown those self doubts and that negative thinking. When you take things more lightly and have more fun you shift your energy and you put yourself in a place for attracting thoughts that serve you, people who are light and fun themselves, ideas that are brilliant & exciting, solutions that are easy to act on, and resources to handle your needs.
Tip#4 Affirm the truth about yourself. Speak the best about who you are. Here's what I know about you. You are brilliant, beautiful, creative, loved, prosperous and so damn powerful! Do you know that?
Tip #5 Find ways to relax. Do some deep breathing, meditate, go for a walk, exercise, make love (well you'll be relaxed afterwards), write, visualize the life you want, watch a movie you love, pick a word like "love" and focus on it, anything that puts you at ease. Remember the Source within you is relaxed not worried, hurried or affected by any outside circumstances and when you relax you experience that same calm & knowing.
Tip #6 Go on an appreciation rampage. Just go crazy thinking of anything to appreciate about your life, your surroundings, yourSELF, the people you love, the birds, the trees, not getting pulled over for running that stop sign... whatever.
Tip #7 Have fun. Go do the things that bring you the most joy. Dance, sing, laugh, play, party, watch something funny... shut out the reality that is bugging the hell outta you for a moment and enjoy yourself. Remember how you feel is a direct reflection of what shows up in your world. Your world reflects how you consistently feel.

She Was Not So Deer to Me


In the region of North Idaho between the cities of Coeur d'Alene and Kellogg, there lies a beautiful stretch of river known as the North Fork of the Coeur d'Alene River. Here is where an unusual event took place between me and a not so dear deer.
There are many wonderful campsites along the North Fork that offer spacious secluded spots with many of them sitting right on the banks of this crystal clear river. Some of these sites have campground hosts and charge a small fee per night for your stay. Many of the sites are free and this is where I chose to stay for my weekend adventure. The site had great shade, a perfect swimming hole and was off the road enough so I thought I would not be disturbed by any humans so I could enjoy a nice quiet couple of days. Well, it was not the humans I should have been concerned about after all. I never thought a small female deer could be so much trouble.
It all started on my first night while I was having a nice camp dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread and salad. In the middle of my feast, I left the campsite for a minute to get some water from the river. Down at the river, I heard a sound coming from my camp table. I forgot about getting my water and hurried back to my table only to find my dinner on the ground with a beautiful doe munching on the spaghetti. I was quiet and watched her eat the rest of my food and when she was done, she sniffed around the campsite for a while and slowly meandered down the river bank.
This was fun and exciting for me to see and I was thankful for the experience until the next morning. What a great feeling it is to wake up to the sound of a rushing river and the crisp mountain air, I thought, as I began cooking my breakfast of scrambled eggs, potatoes and bacon. The coffee was perfect, the breakfast tasted better than any other and once again, I found myself in the presence of my dear deer friend. With her nose up in the air sniffing the aroma of my cooking, she seemed to have little fear of me. As beautiful as this deer was, I shooed her off so I could actually finish this meal but my shooing did little to keep her away from my table. The doe would not come up to me but she did come within three or four feet with her mouth watering and her lips smacking. I gave in to her hunger and threw her some eggs and potatoes. She gobbled this food down quickly and wanted more. "That's all you get!" I told her and she eventually left but not before relieving herself of some of her pellets on my site.
I love to hike more than just about anything in my life so after breakfast, I set off for a short five mile excursion along a trail that went to a gorgeous mountain meadow well above the river. After two or three hours of some great scenery and rugged terrain, I was back at the campsite ready for a snack and a cool drink. Normally when I camp, I am not too worried about putting my cooler away until I go to bed so I had left it out under my table. Like I said, normally this is fine but not this weekend. My cooler had been tipped completely over with food and ice scattered everywhere. Plastic wrappings that held a variety of different food items had been chewed open and whatever was in them was gone. The only thing left was my raw eggs and bacon. I did not even think twice about who the burglar of my food was. Can you guess?
I was not really upset about this and it gave a great story to tell you. Luckily, there was a small store and restaurant just down the road a few miles so In case you were worried if I starved that weekend, I did not. I did learn a valuable lesson about putting away my food when leaving the campsite. I also learned from a forest ranger that I was not the only person in the area that had been visited by this deer. The doe had been going around to many of the campsites the entire summer and had actually had been given a name from a group of campers a few weeks prior to my visit. The name they chose was Frita, for the deer's insatiable love of Fritos.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Time Poverty - Reconnecting to Life, Energy and Joy


Regardless of financial status, many people claim to be "time poor." They regularly report not having enough time. To combat this "time poverty" there are some people promoting a "Slow Movement." The core of this endeavor is based on reconnecting with life. People are searching for connections, connections to people, places, and things important to them. The need to be part of something bigger than self, to be connected to all that it means to live, is at the heart of a living a connected life.
Throughout history, lives were interconnected, and in many traditional cultures, they still are. At one time, extended families were common out of necessity and tradition. This developed a generational connectedness. As culture changed, the need to stay as an extended family unit was no longer a necessity. People left home for work or marriage, and created separate lives away from their families.
Lifestyles began to speed up as advances in living made travel and communication more accessible to everyone. The accelerated pace people choose to live, has weakened many deeper connections. Technological advances have also changed how and where people work. In this society, it is possible to be around people, while never making a meaningful connection. In many cities, this is the norm. People shuffle from place to place while never acknowledging the presence of the other. Living fast, creates isolated existences, in areas once shared by family and community.
While technological advances have saved people hours in their day, many use this time to become even busier, and more isolated instead of using it to enrich and enjoy connections in life. People are becoming task-driven instead of relationship driven. It is this ability to stay in fast-forward motion, which leads to overscheduling, stress, and rushing towards the next task. This task-focused rushing, affects all areas of life from eating, family time and work life, to even leisure activity.
The "Slow Movement" is about cultivating a cultural shift towards slowing down and experiencing the simple pleasures of life. Residents of the old South understood this principle. It was customary for Southerners to sit with guests and relax. Nothing had to be done or discussed, they simply passed time together. Even their speech was slower, giving way to the "Southern Drawl." In earlier eras, "slow" was a way of life.
Families and friends regularly gathered for meals and long social visits. Eating was not a task to be hurried. It was a pleasure to enjoy. Conversation did not need an agenda; it was light, easy, and unstructured. No one looked at his or her watch or had to rush, because this was the moment of the day, for which everyone was looking forward.
The simple pleasure of relaxed conversations with people you cared about was recharging to the batteries, it restored balance and provided soul-nurturing connections. When was the last time you made a soul nurturing connection with anyone? Most have squeezed out time for such, in the dogged pursuit of more and faster.
It makes one wonder, if in the pursuit for something more, people have lost touch with what they already had. Today people force themselves and others into whatever their hectic schedule will allow. Following a natural rhythm, and reconnecting with what is important is what the slow movement hopes recapture.
Recognizing the disconnection and the accelerated pace of ones life is an important first step in re-establishing connection and slowing the pace. The goal is to discover how to slow down and still manage personal responsibilities. Essentially, the answer to restoring such balance is to develop mindfulness in daily behaviors, to take time to savor the moment and establish meaningful connection.
The barrier to slow living comes from the chain of behavior that allows you to live fast. Each fast aspect of life is necessary for other fast aspects to happen. Over time, people are conditioned into thinking they need, or even must be fast and have, what the fast life provides. However, deeper examination usually reveals the truth: Connectedness is more valuable than any material possession.

Strong Communities - General Introduction


Growing up in a strong community or neighborhood instills all of the desirable morals in the fabric of humanity. Although many communities developed over time in a quite natural progression, human evolution tends to chip away at the network of inter-personal relationships over time. Rebuilding such strong neighborhoods - although relatively simple - is not an easy task.
The community in whole must generally and genuinely be interested in the strength of the group; individuals must understand and appreciate the similarities and differences between each other, and value the social interactions, rapport, comraderie, and larger village above - or at least at the same level as - their individual desires. These characteristics will result in life-long friendships, memories, self-confidence, social savvy, and sense of belonging.
To build, or re-build, as the case may be, a strong community, there must also be a balance of commerce. Businesses make up an integral part of the functioning of any viable society. While a hamlet must be large enough to support its businesses, the storekeepers and residents must value each other and respect the importance of their own reliance on each other. In our fast-pace and hurried lives, it becomes very easy to pass by the neighborhood apothecary or grocer on our way to the super center. Doing this, however, weakens the district businesses and damages the small-town relationships.
Now, more than ever, it is very important - vital, in fact - to slow down in our own neighborhoods to do our shopping before we bring our hard-earned cash to a less appreciative big box chain conglomerate. Local shops struggle to profit since their volume is much less than the high-profile big-banners, and they must weigh their prices carefully so that profit margin doesn't discourage repeat patronage. Often unsung benefits to the community stem from the mom-and-pop store neighborhood - specifically generosity. Similarly, the corner store is more likely to hire from within the borough than from without, and is less likely to dismiss employees as "just a number", than the 1-acre warehouse large-cart competitors.
There is, of course, something to be said about the affordability of the monstrous department stores, but at what price to we save money? The neighbor-owned deli is within walking distance, so the price of gasoline doesn't matter. The local proprietor is more likely to help out at the school play or coach for your son's baseball team. The independent hardware reseller is more likely to help you out with a flat tire or congratulate you on your daughter's graduation.
Business owners must also work harder to know their communities. It's important for them to remember their customers - preferably by name. They need to know their frequenters' purchasing habits, shopping trends, and personal quarks. When customers are greeted by first name, they inherently become more loyal. The success of a small shop often comes down to personal relationships, caring quality, and repeat consumers.
Residents must also work to establish bonds of friendship with their neighbors. Saying "Hello", rather than deliberately avoiding eye contact, is a very useful social skill. Random acts of kindness also fortify relationships and catalyze reciprocity. Becoming involved in neighborhood associations, charitable causes, philanthropy, sports associations, community clubs, neighborhood watch groups, and social clubs is a very effective way of strengthening ties. This will also encourage others to do the same.
Getting to know neighbors can also reap other benefits. You may have a hammer but need an axe; pre-established friendships with a neighbor will make it easier to ask that neighbor to borrow an axe - and it will be easier for the neighbor to have enough trust to say "yes". If you're having a barbeque, invite a neighbor - perhaps one whom you've never met before. Knowing a little bit about each of your neighbors may come in handy someday; by establishing better relationships, our network of assets expands. People who network within their community have an easier time finding a last-minute baby sitter or a place for the kids to swim for a few hours.
Small gestures are sometimes very powerful. For instance, a new-to-the-neighborhood family moved in across from my parents. They were, like so many young families, struggling to balance their finances. When they bought the house, they had some unexpected expenses and couldn't afford to buy a snow blower. When the first snow storm hit, my father finished his driveway and had a compulsion to clean that neighbor's driveway as well. After a light winter of only five significant snow storms, the very appreciative neighbors learned a few lessons about home-ownership and about community. Several years passed by and nothing than brief small talk occurred after that. One day, probably more than nine years later, my father was unable to take care of his driveway. Very concerned, my parents and siblings and I put a plan together (we lived an average of 15 minutes away). However, when the first snow storm landed, not one but three neighbors generously handled the task very early that morning (actually, for the whole winter).

Strong Communities - General Introduction


Growing up in a strong community or neighborhood instills all of the desirable morals in the fabric of humanity. Although many communities developed over time in a quite natural progression, human evolution tends to chip away at the network of inter-personal relationships over time. Rebuilding such strong neighborhoods - although relatively simple - is not an easy task.
The community in whole must generally and genuinely be interested in the strength of the group; individuals must understand and appreciate the similarities and differences between each other, and value the social interactions, rapport, comraderie, and larger village above - or at least at the same level as - their individual desires. These characteristics will result in life-long friendships, memories, self-confidence, social savvy, and sense of belonging.
To build, or re-build, as the case may be, a strong community, there must also be a balance of commerce. Businesses make up an integral part of the functioning of any viable society. While a hamlet must be large enough to support its businesses, the storekeepers and residents must value each other and respect the importance of their own reliance on each other. In our fast-pace and hurried lives, it becomes very easy to pass by the neighborhood apothecary or grocer on our way to the super center. Doing this, however, weakens the district businesses and damages the small-town relationships.
Now, more than ever, it is very important - vital, in fact - to slow down in our own neighborhoods to do our shopping before we bring our hard-earned cash to a less appreciative big box chain conglomerate. Local shops struggle to profit since their volume is much less than the high-profile big-banners, and they must weigh their prices carefully so that profit margin doesn't discourage repeat patronage. Often unsung benefits to the community stem from the mom-and-pop store neighborhood - specifically generosity. Similarly, the corner store is more likely to hire from within the borough than from without, and is less likely to dismiss employees as "just a number", than the 1-acre warehouse large-cart competitors.
There is, of course, something to be said about the affordability of the monstrous department stores, but at what price to we save money? The neighbor-owned deli is within walking distance, so the price of gasoline doesn't matter. The local proprietor is more likely to help out at the school play or coach for your son's baseball team. The independent hardware reseller is more likely to help you out with a flat tire or congratulate you on your daughter's graduation.
Business owners must also work harder to know their communities. It's important for them to remember their customers - preferably by name. They need to know their frequenters' purchasing habits, shopping trends, and personal quarks. When customers are greeted by first name, they inherently become more loyal. The success of a small shop often comes down to personal relationships, caring quality, and repeat consumers.
Residents must also work to establish bonds of friendship with their neighbors. Saying "Hello", rather than deliberately avoiding eye contact, is a very useful social skill. Random acts of kindness also fortify relationships and catalyze reciprocity. Becoming involved in neighborhood associations, charitable causes, philanthropy, sports associations, community clubs, neighborhood watch groups, and social clubs is a very effective way of strengthening ties. This will also encourage others to do the same.
Getting to know neighbors can also reap other benefits. You may have a hammer but need an axe; pre-established friendships with a neighbor will make it easier to ask that neighbor to borrow an axe - and it will be easier for the neighbor to have enough trust to say "yes". If you're having a barbeque, invite a neighbor - perhaps one whom you've never met before. Knowing a little bit about each of your neighbors may come in handy someday; by establishing better relationships, our network of assets expands. People who network within their community have an easier time finding a last-minute baby sitter or a place for the kids to swim for a few hours.
Small gestures are sometimes very powerful. For instance, a new-to-the-neighborhood family moved in across from my parents. They were, like so many young families, struggling to balance their finances. When they bought the house, they had some unexpected expenses and couldn't afford to buy a snow blower. When the first snow storm hit, my father finished his driveway and had a compulsion to clean that neighbor's driveway as well. After a light winter of only five significant snow storms, the very appreciative neighbors learned a few lessons about home-ownership and about community. Several years passed by and nothing than brief small talk occurred after that. One day, probably more than nine years later, my father was unable to take care of his driveway. Very concerned, my parents and siblings and I put a plan together (we lived an average of 15 minutes away). However, when the first snow storm landed, not one but three neighbors generously handled the task very early that morning (actually, for the whole winter).

Don't Be A Slave To Habit - Part 1 Of A 2 Part Series


n part, 1 of this two-part series, we will examine how all of us are slaves to habit. In some cases, this can be a dreadful thing, especially if the habit is terrible for you or bad for those around you. In part, 2, we'll discuss ways to break these habits, to improve your quality of life by improving your behavior and controlling your compulsions.
After all, in one way or another, we're all slaves to habit. Take me, for example. It's 4am again, my usual wake-up time. The dogs, the other two creatures of habit who share my abode, are whining and scratching my bedroom door ready to do their business. If I don't hurry up, there will be a mess to clean up, and I certainly don't want that. Their habit dictates my actions. So I routinely get up and take them for their walk, hoping I don't run into anyone at that hour. Upon seeing me, both dogs go in circles of pleasure, running toward the door. Thank God, a few minutes later, the deed is finally done. Maybe I can sit down now and go on Facebook to see what's going on in the world while the coffee is brewing. I always have an irresistible addiction of checking my Facebook whenever I am on the computer, even before I drink my coffee for the morning. I immediately log in, but don't see any messages or notifications, not even a single post from anyone. What? No Good Morning for me today? My self-esteem takes a dive. I'm so used to getting a Good Morning from one of my friends on Facebook, as I'm in the habit of saying Good Night to everyone when I sign off of Facebook. Today, there were no responses.
I'm devastated.
Is it time to unfriend a few people? Doesn't that sound like someone who has an addiction? For some reason, I don't feel loved, and I thought I was Miss Popularity. Boo Hoo. Oh well, there's a lot of sadness in this world. I'll just have to deal with it. I'm wondering where my keyboard is. I'm sure it was here on my desk before I went to bed. AH! There it is, hanging off the desk, and the mouse too. My dog Buddy must have knocked it off my desk while sniffing for crumbs from the crackers I ate last night. He does that a lot. It's 5am now. All the same I have two more hours to go on Facebook. Oh goody, maybe I'll still get one Good Morning from someone who values me as a friend before I start preparing to go to work.
My neighbor who lives above me has a grandfather clock. The gong can be heard every hour on the hour. Amazing how this clock is a creature of exact mechanical habit. To be habitual is to be at best an efficient machine, utterly unable to do anything except make the wheel go around, running one's life pattern along its own course of action, eventually leading to a loss of richness in experience, making life a mere repeated monotony. After so many years, I am now used to the gong. At the moment I hear my neighbor moving about, to and from, zigzagging back and forth along the squeaking floors like the swinging pendulum in her clock. I find it very distracting. I am concentrating more on her habitual pattern than on what I am doing on Facebook.
It's precisely 5:45am now, there she goes, right on time, rushing down the wooden stairs in her high- heeled shoes, slamming the door as usual as she hurries through the five blocks between here and the 6:00am bus that goes to the Port Authority in Manhattan. I say to myself, what if one of her heels should break (not that I am wishing it), then what? This lady is definitely a creature of habit. This would bring her day to a halt, temporarily shocking her pre-programmed mind. After a short break to readjust, after going back to her apartment to find another pair of shoes, the ignition will spark, the wheels start whirling, and once again, she'll find herself moving along more quickly in an effort to catch the next bus. She's a slave to habit as we all are, in bondage to that acquired behavioral pattern that we follow to the point of involuntary servitude. These habituations are mechanical and routine, and many of us do not wish to change them.
First and foremost, let me identify the word "habituations" which is the "reduction of psychological or behavioral response occurring when a specific stimulus occurs repeatedly."
To be honest, most of the life is habitual. Habit is simply a thoughtless routine that we abide by on a daily basis. This includes the same things we did yesterday and the day before and the day before that and so forth, we continue these things today automatically. For example, here are some routine habits many people share: getting ready to go to work, getting ready to go to bed at night or getting the kids off to school. When the kids come home from school, they might have a habit of throwing their jacket wherever it lands or leaving their shoes where others can fall over them. Even many adults take their clothes off and drop them on the floor or on the sofa, leaving them there until the next day or when laundry day comes around. After taking a shower the wet towel gets tossed onto the bathroom counter, to become a decorative accent to the room until you clean the house because company is coming.
We are also creatures of habit at work, from the time we arrive we are in the habit of looking at the clock. We watch it and we are governed by it. We watch the clock for waiting for our coffee break to arrive, then we hurry back from our break, staring at the clock again, counting the minutes until lunch time. We hurry off to lunch only to watch the clock to make sure that we get back in time Finally, after staring at the clock all day, the end of the day arrives and we rush to our cars so we can be the first one to get out of the parking lot. Of course we need to chat on our cell phones on the way out, free at last, no longer slave to work habits, now we are simply slaves to our own personal routine.

Jesus Can Still Heal Even When It's Too Late


I have a standing agreement with the airlines. If I'm not there by departure time, they are supposed to go ahead and leave without me. So far, I've never missed a departure. I missed a connection over 30 years ago (and they left without me), but I didn't miss my initial departure!
How many times have you come upon a situation when it was too late? You were too late to enroll in a class or too late to avoid a parking ticket? Have you ever been too late to a concert, game or event and you weren't allowed in because the doors were closed?
In Matthew 9:23-26; Mark 5:35-43; Luke 8:49-56, Jairus has come to Jesus to ask Him to heal his dying daughter. Jesus has agreed to come, but is interrupted by the touch of a woman with a bleeding problem. Jesus pauses to assure her of her healing while Jairus is waiting. Let's look at this situation from Jairus' perspective.
Hurry Jesus, I Need You NOW! Mark 5:35-36 Luke 8:49-50
Jesus, come quickly! My daughter is dying and I need you to come and heal her before its too late. I'm a synagogue ruler and a very important leader in this community. I can help you in Capernaum and the surrounding area if you come and heal her NOW! But you must hurry! She is very close to death!
How often do you and I go before God and beg for His immediate intervention in a situation that we perceive to be a crisis? None of this is news to God. He saw it coming. He knows all about it and He is right there with you as you are going through the anxiety, fear and other emotions. He knows what the outcome is going to be and He will stand beside you through the entire ordeal regardless of the outcome.
Why Are You Stopping? - Matthew 9:23-24a; Mark 5:37-39; Luke 8:21-52
Jesus, why are you stopping? What do you mean someone touched you? Can't you see that there are hundreds of people bumping into us as we are trying to get to my house? Many of them have touched You. Why are You stopping? Hurry up, my daughter is dying and I need you to save her NOW!
Jesus, this is some old woman. Her life is almost over. My daughter is only twelve years old. She has her entire life ahead of her. This old woman is not important in this community. She hardly gives anything to the synagogue. Stop wasting time trying to find out why she touched you and lets get on to my house. Hurry! I live just over there!
We often think that our issues are more important than anyone else's. We will also get caught up in the urgency of our need, and forget that there may be others who's needs are as great or even greater than ours. We sometimes try to make comparisons and think ourselves more (or less) worthy than that person. Fortunately, God is a lot smarter than we are. How often does your own agenda outweigh anyone else's?
It's Too Late! You Took Too Long! Matthew 9:24b-26; Mark 5:38-43; Luke 8:53-56
Jesus, it's too late! My servant just came and told me that my daughter is dead. You can go now. If only You hadn't let that old lady wait and hurried to my house? Don't you realize that I can do a lot to help you? Why did you have to stop? My daughter was so young and had so much life before her.

Losing My Beloved Dog - How Do You Say Goodbye to Your Best Friend?


It was a month ago that we had made the decision to put our beloved Maggie, an Australian shepherd mix to "sleep". This was one of the hardest decisions that we had to make. After 16 years, how do you say goodbye to your best friend? The one that has been there through all the ups and downs in life. All the good, the bad, (and the ugly). The one who went everywhere with you, who loved to listen to you sing (She was tone-deaf) and the one who would just sit and listen when you needed to talk. She was my protector and my nurse when I was sick. She was truly my best friend.
But she was getting old, and arthritis has settled in, and she had lost weight, and started to lose control of her bladder.
In my head I knew what I had to do and so did my husband, but our hearts...WOW, that was another story. It's not that cut and dry. We did not want to let go... We did not want to lose our beloved dog, but knew it was time. Her quality of life was not good and we had to think of her and not be selfish. (Even though I wanted to). I worried about how our other dog (Ellie, a Border Collie/Queensland healer) would react? Ellie is only 4 and had grown up with Maggie. She had never been on her own without her big sister. Maggie has always been in her life.
This was tough, and I had talked to friends about when they were faced with having to put their dog down... They were not with their dog when it was euthanized, and the only choice they had, was to cremate the dog. They were not given a choice. Then the ashes were given back to them in a Ziploc bag. It was not a good experience for them and the cost of all this was quite expensive.
This was not the experience I wanted. Not only for me, but for Maggie. I wanted to be there. I wanted, to be able to hold her so she wouldn't be scared. I couldn't hand her off to strangers, I needed to be there. I also wanted to bury her in the yard. This is where she needed to be. She loved her yard.
So I called a few places and found a place that would let us be there if that is what we wanted. When talking to them on the phone, they also asked if I wanted a back yard burial. I did and yes! I found a place that was going to let me be with her and then take here home. They let me know what the cost was (which was not expensive, especially since I don't think that they should charge much for a service like this). They said that payment would be done as we came in so that in our grief we did not have to worry about this as we left the clinic and also being in the front among other people.
Now I was OK. For me, it was easier to be able to let go.
On the day we were going to put her down. We went to the clinic and we were brought into a room, we did not have to stay out in the waiting room. Payment was taken care of. They let us know everything that was going to happen, as it is done in 2 stages with 2 shots.
They let us have as much time as we wanted with Maggie. She was relaxed and peaceful. She was in our arms. She felt no pain; she was not anxious or agitated. And when we were ready to say our last goodbye, they did they gave her the 2nd shot. And she was gone. They allowed us to have time alone with her again... we were not rushed or hurried and when we were able to let go, they came to get her. They took her to another room then wrapped her up in a blanket. We took her home, and then buried her in the yard she loved.
My heart broke that day... It was so hard. And of course I cried my eyes out, as I am doing now as I write this. I miss her. But for me...being able to do this the way I wanted made something that was hard, a little easier. My Heart ached a little less.
As a dog owner this is one of the hardest decisions you will ever make. Make sure that you talk to your vet. That when the time comes, you do it the way you want, and to not let anyone tell you otherwise. Do your research and do what is best for you and your best friend.

A Matter of Integrity and Trust


I encountered a fellow Australian businessman while attending a keynote speaking engagement in the Annual conference for entrepreneurs in Dubai last July. After completing my assignment, I headed to the airport and by sheer coincident I met Steve (Not his real name) again in the departures' terminal. We continued the spirited conversation we started the evening before at the networking event that followed the conference. As it happened he had booked on the same flight with me to Brisbane. We exchanged business cards and agreed it would be a great idea to stay in touch.
As I preceded to the check-in counter, Steve came rushing to me asking if I can lend him $95USD as he had extra luggage and his ticket only allowed him 30k. Apparently, his credit card has topped, maybe from buying the extra load of gifts and he did not have the cash on him!
I hesitated for a moment. Could I trust him to pay me back? I wondered!
I'd just met Steve and knew very little about him. He'd been talking about the success he was having in his business and I concluded it was a low risk. It was only $95, after all, so if he didn't end up sending me the money, it was no big deal.
I took my credit card out of my wallet and headed to his counter and paid the $95. He said "Thanks so much," and hurried into the terminal.
A few weeks went by and I heard nothing from Steve. Then one day he called and said, "Hey, I owe you some money! Where should I send the check?"
I gave him my mailing address, and he thanked me again for bailing out a fellow Aussie at the airport that day. The check arrived within a couple of days and the next week we deposited it.
I felt good about my decision to help Steve out...and about him... that is, until I got a notice from my bank a few days later saying that his check had bounced and the bank had charged a $20 fee to my account. So now I was out $115!
I called Steve and told him what happened. He sheepishly responded, "I know."
You know?! You mean you already knew the check had bounced and you didn't have the guts to call and tell me? You took the coward's way out and let me find out from my bank so I had to call YOU? What were you thinking?!
I screamed all this inside my head, not to him. Because his next words were, "I'm not very good at managing my money. It turns out I didn't have enough cash in my bank account to cover the check."
What I actually said, after taking a deep breath, was, "Gee, Steve, that's too bad. What needs to happen now is for you to send me a cashier's check or money order for $115, to cover the $95 you owe me, plus the $20 bank fee. I'm not willing to risk getting another personal check from you. I'm sure you can understand."
"Yes, of course. I'll get that to you right away," he assured me.
Four weeks passed. Nothing.
I sent him a short email note, just a reminder that I was expecting a cashier's check or money order and had not received it.
No response.
It was no longer a matter of the money. It was the principle. His actions violated one of my core values: Honor your promises. Do what you say you'll do.
Two weeks later I left another voicemail and emailed him again. This time he actually called back.

How To Be a Parent and a Person - Balancing the Stress of Family Life


Being a busy working mom of three boys, born 21 months apart, is a learning adventure. Some might just say it is crazy! During their infant/toddler years, I found that I was often stressed and overwhelmed. This came to a head after the birth of my third son; I developed clinical post-partum depression. At the time, I did not have the energy to get out of bed and take care of basic tasks. It was debilitating.
I found parenting to be the most frustrating, draining, and thankless job I have ever loved. So much so, that I became enveloped in my life as a dutiful mom and I forgot to care for my own personal needs, or that I even had any.
I was still a person with likes, hopes, dreams, and needs, but at the time they were ALL on the back burner. I began to realize the need to develop outlets that would allow me to continue being me, while still being a wife, mom and homemaker. The problem was that I did not know how.
I needed personal time to build my mood and attitude for the parenting challenges that came with the territory. Not taking time for myself seemed noble, but in reality it left me ill-equipped to handle the emotional, physical toll that came with child rearing. I would find myself snapping at the boys and being emotionally unstable. It left me sinking into a self-imposed prison of sadness and despair.
For the sake of my kids, husband and myself, I had to begin unlocking ways to manage this new lifestyle in a healthier way. I began the process of taking small amounts of time for myself. The first step was admitting I needed a time apart for me. I would purchase uplifting audio tapes and listen to them on a walk outside. This kept my mind engaged while my body was getting what it needed: exercise, sunshine and fresh air.
This respite set the tone for other activities. I began looking for other ways I could express my creative spirit while I was in the midst of parental duties. Small blocks of time away for reading, walking or hobbies were my first outlets. During those times, I did not have to be mom, caregiver, or provider; I was just me. This nurtured my spirit, my soul, who I was on a deeper level.
The next step was developing "now" thinking. Focusing ahead or behind causes anxiety and stress, staying focused only on the task at hand was a way of keeping calm and focused. When my mind would wander, I was more likely see my moods fluctuate and feelings of helplessness and overwhelm return. Now-thinking keeps you at a manageable place, where multiple thoughts can't attack you.
Creating this awareness, then refocusing my thoughts, was a vital part of the process. The last step I took was to seek a calming and re-centering exercise to keep my mind-body-spirit connection strong and healthy. More hurried activity was not what I was looking for, so this led me to yoga and deep breathing exercises. That, combined with relaxation and guided imagery, gave a yin to my yang of hectic family life. I came to enjoy and look forward to this set aside time. This anticipation was also a valuable emotion.
Knowing how to do these things was not enough; it was only when I made time to practice them that I found true benefit from them. I also learned when a person wants to do something badly enough, they will find the time for it. It was not always easy to do, but by fully recognizing how vital this was to my well-being, I was able to make sure that somehow, there would be time to do it.
It did not happen overnight, but it did happen. I began to gain back a greater sense of who I was at the core and why I wanted to have a family in the first place. By creating purposeful balance in small steps, I was able to better appreciate those growing years. And get myself back to a healthful place, not only in body, but in mind, spirit, and emotions.

The Worst Day of My Life


I only had three real possessions. The oldest of the three possessions was a Gibson guitar. When most people think of a Gibson guitar, at least people who know guitars, they think of top of the line, up there with the best. Mine however managed to be the worst. Most of the strings would un-tune after a few minutes, somehow the frets were rusty, and body would have dings and nicks from where my brother would knock it off the stand or drop it out of the case. One time, while it was in its case, it was run over by a mini-van. Miraculously it was still intact. Thank the Lord I had sprung for the expensive case.
My second possession was my laptop. Back then it was the bomb. It seemed to weigh about 30 pounds. I carried it all around campus. I told my dad it was for taking notes in class, but really I just played DOOM on my breaks. I even had a cordless mouse that let me navigate the game much easier.
My last possession was my baby blue Chevy S-10 pick-up truck. I had just dropped a large chunk of my college savings fund to help pay for this bad-boy. It was a five-speed stick shift, 4-cylinder, and no A/C. This truck developed my addiction for driving. Most people I know hates to drive, because of nasty traffic, the seemingly wasted time, or just having to sit still for a prolonged period of time. I, on the other hand, lived in the middle of nowhere, so driving became natural. Just getting to Wal-Mart or the gas station took about half an hour, and getting to Arapahoe Community College had a total of two hours round trip.
These long trips gave me my opportunity to rest. I obviously wouldn't sleep, but my mind could relax. I listened to music, observed people, and let my mind wander. It was my haven. One day, my haven was all but destroyed.
My classes were over for the day, and I was new in town, so I had no real friends to talk to. That didn't bother me much, but I still seemed to brighten when I saw my truck. I got to school early for a 7:30 A.M. class, so I got one of the better parking spots. As I approached the driver's side door, I reached into my pocket to pull out my black and yellow Pacific Sunwear lanyard, but left pocket was empty. The left pocket is where I always put my keys, but I guessed maybe I could have put them in my right. They weren't there either.
I remembered retracing my steps in my mind, but shortly finding out the truth when I saw the keys dangling from the ignition. I had locked myself out of my car. Crap. I let my head drop, and window met my forehead sooner than I anticipated, so the impact hurt a little more than I was willing to admit. Of course, I had given my spare key to my father, but he was in town. Which means he would have to drive all the way home, in the boonies, then drive another hour back to the ACC parking lot. Again, he would do just about anything for me, but this wasn't the first time I'd locked my keys in the car. Actually, it wasn't the first time that week.
I had locked my keys in the car already twice that month, and once earlier that week. Both times my dad had bailed me out with the spare key. I could tell that he was getting a little perturbed at the driving and wasted gas that went into my rescues, so I regretting having to call him a third time to ruin the third day this month just for me and my forgetfulness.
That's when a campus security guy drove by slowly. He was patrolling the lot. He briefly waved, but then moved along slowly to the other lots on campus. It was only after he left that I realized the help he could have been to my current situation. Luckily, my only luck of the day, I had the campus number in my phone, so I called and after about half an hour, a security officer came by with the proper tools to jimmy open my lock.
I was happy that I didn't have to bug my dad, but it was clear that this fellow had never done anything like this before. He pulled, pushed and even suggested that I break out a back window. The fellow was of course joking, but my expressionless gaze told him immediately that I wasn't in the mood. Finally he positioned his flat, metal hook in just the right place to pull the lock over into the right spot. Relief must have shown on my face because he brightened up instantly as well.
With that I shook his hand and walked around to the other side of the vehicle to get my backpack out of the shade. I didn't want my spiffy new laptop computer sitting out in the Colorado sun. When I did though I encountered my second speed bump. My front passenger tire was completely flat. My relief from opening the door was carrying over into my next problem, so I wasn't as upset as you'd imagine. I'd changed plenty of flat tires, so it wasn't going to be a problem.
Now is the point in my story where things really start to avalanche. I bend down to look under my truck to retrieve my spare tire when I noticed a bike lock securely fastening the spare tire in place. At first I was confused. I thought I missed a step and I needed a special key or something to unlock the tire, but after a moment of thought I came to the conclusion that I was yet again stuck. My relief had no successfully worn off and was being replaced with a mild rage.
I called my campus police friend back and told him about my new problem. He just chuckled. It was the kind of chuckle you hear from someone who isn't actually amused. A disgusted chuckle would describe it better. He was as tired of my as I was of him. Reluctantly he agreed to bring bolt cutters and rescue me for the second time. I do believe thought that he took it upon himself to take his time though. It was well over forty-five minutes before he pulled up behind my parking spot.

Who's Organizing the Birthday Party?


Just came back from my daughters' friends' birthday party. Nothing has ever scared me so much in life. It was not just a birthday party; it was like a perfectly planned orchestra.
So from the moment we entered the party hall dressed up in vivid hues of pink and blue with Disney characters dotting all the corners, there was not a moment to breathe.
It had the works - A magician, a tattoo artist, balloon craft, a emcee, coaxing willing and unwilling children into playing games which resulted in some children winning and others trying to put up a brave face.
Birthday parties have become a mini industry now. There are organizations that plan the entire event as they call it for the busy parents from decoration to games to food and make sure every moment in the party is structured and organized. And they obviously cost a whole lot of money as they design themes and backdrops that entice the innocent children and the trusting parents who end up paying an obscene amount of money for an hour of fun.
That got me thinking. What would my daughter be remembering 10 years from now? Would she remember the elaborately planned Cinderella birthday party?
I remember my favourite memory from childhood was something far simpler. I grew up in a middle class home in Kolkata. Powercuts were a frequent part of our childhood. And I still vividly remember those evenings. All of a sudden the lights would fade out. Lights would blink back in a few rich neighbourhood houses; the remaining houses would remain shrouded in darkness or glow in the faint flickering light of candles.
And there in our balcony with the summer breeze blowing and the candle flickering, my parents would tell me and my sister stories - ghost stories, war stories, stories about great people and stories about ancient history.
Some days we would just sing songs; all of us would join in and sing old and new songs alike.
It was like a magical world in the dark with the sound of the stories and the music. And when the lights came back, we returned back to the real world almost reluctantly.
I never had a Cinderella birthday party but I don't miss not having one. But I will forever remember those unhurried, unstructured moments in the balcony where our parents gave us their undivided time and attention.
Cut back to today's world. Hurried weekdays with both parents rushing off to work, the children running to school and daycare centres. Classes in the evening and during the weekends.
Are we organizing too much of our kids' lives? Fighting for the best schools, best summer camps during holidays, dancing lessons, swimming lessons, tennis classes, piano classes and not to forget the organized birthday parties?
Would they learn more and definitely enjoy more if we just let them be for a few hours? Let them dream and imagine and create their own games at leisure?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Goes the Merry Go-Round of the Clock


How many nights after days of whirlwind madness of juggling a job, family and kids or whatever else there is to do, do we drag our tired body into bed, only to find that no sooner do we lay our head down on the pillow only to hear the alarm go off, signaling that it was time for the marathon to start again. It seems as though we are constantly on a moving treadmill, never enough time to catch our breath.
My neighbor, who lives above me, has a grandfather clock. Its gong can be heard every hour on the hour. After so many years, I've gotten used to it. At 5 a.m., she wakes, rises and gets ready to go to work. As I plugged in my coffee, I could hear her move about to and fro, across the squeaking wood floors, zigzagging back and forth like the swinging pendulum on her clock. At precisely 5:45 a.m., she would rush out the door, walking the five blocks to catch the 6:00 a.m. bus going to the Port Authority in Manhattan. She is a creature of habit. As we all are, in bondage, bound to time.
The clock is one of the oldest human inventions, "an instrument for measuring and indicating time; especially, a sizable mechanism having pointers that move over a dial marked off in hours."
The clock is a guide for just about anything we do. Repeatedly, during the day, we look at the clock. We watch it. We are governed by it. Be here then. Do such and such at this time. We are always hurrying. We hurry to eat breakfast. We hurry to drop the kids off at the bus stop or at school. We hurry to go to work, so we can hurry to our coffee break. We hurry back from the break, all the while glancing at the clock, counting the minutes until lunch time. We hurry to lunch, watching the clock as ever, to make sure that we can hurry back to work on time. Then as we are working, we are continually glancing at the clock, making sure we hurry up to accomplish what we are doing, so we can hurry home. Finally, rush out, walking hurriedly toward the stairs or elevator to take us out of the building. Everyone walks hurriedly past each other, without talking, not paying attention to one another, attempting to be the first one to get in their car. Suddenly, like a swarm of bees, cars, trucks, and buses from here, there, everywhere, all at the same time, hurrying to merge onto the main roads that will take them to wherever they are hurrying to go. All speeding, only to slow down to a snail's pace as they integrate into the "RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC JAM," the traveler's worst nightmare, bringing all the Hurry-Scurry to a sudden s-c-r-e-e-c-h-i-n-g stop.
Whew! That was close.
Therefore, the question is asked: "why does this always happen?
Because...Everyone who left their job and departed in a hurry were hurrying simultaneously to get to wherever they were in a hurry to go. Yikes! Oh dear, maybe I should have picked an easier topic to tackle. With all this hurrying and clock watching, I'm starting to feel anxious. I think I'll need a blood pressure pill to calm down. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Goes the Merry-Go-Round of the Clock.
This brings to mind the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland:
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" The Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on. `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen:"
Time...just when you think you have your daily routine down to a science, it's that time of the year when the clocks are turned back or forward, by one hour, bringing us all to a halt, adding temporary shock to our pre-programmed minds. Given a short break to readjust, the ignition gets turned on, wheels start whirling, and once again, we find ourselves to be riding the Merry-Go-Round of the Clock yet again. Let's face it we are slaves to time.
Frequently we will hear someone say "I'm so stressed out....there, are not enough hours in the day to do all the things which I have to do." My dear friend, first I'll just say that I am sorry that your life is so frustrating... However, I think it extremely uncomfortable to accept the fact that I am also guilty of this, because it sounds exactly like my life. Since, I have always been a multi-tasking person; I do many things at once. Even when I was a young mom with two children, I frequently lamented: I have a full-time job; I have to take the kids to soccer and baseball practice; I have to attend parent-teacher conferences; I have to watch their homework assignments to make sure they are correct, and so on and so forth. Whereas, I am now matured, but still with an almost unlimited amount of laments related to time. Between the hours that I spend at work, including commuting to and from work, and activities such as writing, researching, translating, and administrating an informative website and blog, I have no time, as the expression goes, "to smell the coffee." Even when I am tired, my mind will just not stop working. I envy those individuals who live disciplined lives, those who are able to go to bed at the same time every night. I tend to crowd in, with one eye on that final draft that I have to do. The stress and the daily grind of activities keep eating at me constantly, but I can not resist a challenge. Tackling a lesser amount of work sounds fantastic, but then I ask myself, how does this relate to what is existent in the world today? The impression of having two feet in one shoe is normal for me when I get up. Totally confused and drained of energy, I see nothing done on my days off. Because of my personal experience, I think I can qualify as an expert in this subject. According to my understanding of space, I have created my crazy time schedule, juggling things around in order to cram in as much as I can. So then,

Invisible Stains Of The Soul, Part II


I began this series with a brief description of the primary eight invisible stains of the soul. I will continue Part II and here I will focus with the first stain. You Are an Illegitimate Child.
Society will have you believe that being an illegitimate child is not important anymore. Society will have you believe that every child is considered important and has the same opportunities in life. While yes, in an Utopian Society this would certainly work and ideally this should, indeed, be the way we think and treat our children, I will argue that this is not so.
From my simple observations of life, I will state that the world is in a state of hurt and there is no such thing as a normal family. I will acknowledge that we are all dysfunctional in one way or another. If we perceive ourselves as perfect and perceive that we have the perfect family, again I state that we live under a huge misconception, as we all have our own individual shortcomings.
In my vision of a perfect life, a young couple falls in love, gets married, has children, and lives happily ever after. Back in the 1940's and 1950's families stayed together; however, sometimes through unbearable unhappiness, suffering and abuse. The children suffered in their own way, as child abuse was not addressed and children were not protected. That is the bad side. The good side is that these were your children, both his and hers and each child was loved equally by mother and father.
In today's world, and since the 1960's, we have sought to improve the quality of our lives. We reasoned that a child was happy if the parents were happy and, therefore, parents were encouraged to leave an unhappy marriage. While all this is well and good, studies have found that divorce affects children adversely and children tend to blame themselves for the breakup of their parents. Children are then shared in the new joint custody rite, spending a certain amount with mom and then spending a fair amount with dad.
Life changed, traditions were disregarded, and before you knew it, life had drastically changed. No more do we ostracize a young girl who finds herself pregnant, and rightfully so. But do we truly give her all the emotional tools and support needed for her to bring up that baby?
Single women who find their biological clock ticking toward its end, now have the choice without any societal repurcussions to have a child and bring it up as a single parent. This type of child is what once was called an illegitimate child and looked down upon, many times to be ostracized. I will point out that in many countries this is still considered taboo; in fact, A good portion of the world does not find this acceptable.
Now, we humans share one very common trait, the need for love and acceptance. Most likely, because of this very basic need, at one point or another, the single parent will find themselves married or they will at least be involved in a relationship.
It is extremely unusual to find a person that will totally accept another's child as their own, love it as their own, and be fair with that child, as they would normally be if it were their biological child. In nine out of ten cases, the illegitimate child and also the stepchild, as in this case there is very little or no difference, will not be treated fairly. I refer to this as The Cinderella Syndrome.
These children receive a huge invisible stain on their soul, as they are not fully accepted. Acceptance is crucial to emotional wellbeing. A child does not have the defense mechanisms that we adults develop. They are totally dependent on us for care, love, support, and guidance. Just as we adults, children are not perfect. However, instead of being understanding and offering guidance, because of our hurried pace in life, we tend to react with anger and impatience. The child becomes the intruder, the one responsible for separating the couple and is blamed for all the friction and unhappiness in the family. I maintain that this child, just as any other child, needs love, nurturing and guidance and that we, as adults, are the ones that have failed or are failing, in the proper care of that child.
I look around and I see our children in America in a most terrible state. They are belligerent, out of control, insist on living their own lives, and even run away when necessary. They are merely expressing their need for love and acceptance. If you cannot get it at home or you perceive that you are not loved at home, you will go elsewhere to find it. Therefore, there will be more babies born to young girls, only perpetuating the illegitimate child cycle, The Cinderella Syndrome.
The effects of The Cinderella Syndrome needs to be acted out. It is impossible to keep those feelings bottled up within you. Let's look at the modern diseases that have surfaced because the need for love and acceptance was never fulfilled. Anorexia, Bulimia, Cutting, Agoraphobia, just to name a very few. These are all emotional conditions. People suffering from these conditions, and many more that I have not mentioned, are simply starved for love. These are just a few of the ways that love starvation is manifested.
We, who are all really children, whether 1 or 100, have the ability to break this cycle. We need not live suffering in this way anymore. We need not bring another child into the world that will just take up where we have left off. Love and acceptance begins with each one of us individually. We must love and accept ourselves. Looking for love outside of ourselves never works. The answer to our happiness, fulfillment, and emotional wellbeing lies as close as just looking in the mirror. It lies within us. As you read this you may think it is impossible, but it is not. Yes, it takes work, it takes developing new habits, new ways of thinking, it is a new learning experience, but once you start to catch on, you will see that life is new and exciting. The relationships that you attract will not be because of your need to be loved, they will merely enhance who you are, as you will enhance who they are.

Is There a Right Time to Get Married?


Love comes in the most unexpected time. When I was young, I would always tell my family that I will get married at the age of 25. By that time, I am through with my studies and probably working already. I promise to help my family after I finish school. I dream a lot of dreams actually. I planned my life. I intend to finish my studies at a short time. I go to school even during summer to shorten the time of my studies. I fared well in school. I was always a pride and joy of my parents. But I failed miserably. I got pregnant when I was 19 and graduating already in college. You could just imagine the dismay in my parents' face. I failed them terribly. All my dreams were shattered just because I hurried in life.
Is there a right time to get married? Certainly YES. Actually, it is not apt to say that one has to be 25 and above to get married. It is a must that one has to be prepared financially and psychologically before plunging into marriage. Marriage can wait. Keep your values as much as possible. It is so easy to get married but very tough to stay married. Marriage is a lifetime commitment. It is a point of no return especially here in the Philippines. Divorce is not legal here and annulment costs so much. If you have no means and you want to get out of marriage, you can't easily get out. You're doomed. So for those who are in a hurry, you better think twice. Life is so complicated as it is. Nothing compares to a life with no responsibilities and carefree. Stay happy. As the song goes...wise men say only fools rush in...Don't be one.

How to Change Your Life in Midlife - Peace Begins With Me


Are you looking for how to change your life? I've discovered that most women in midlife are not only seeking changes in their own live, but are also seeking to help change the world as well.
The changes we would like to see in the world around us can begin immediately in our own lives. Each of us has the capacity to become a little keystone, a healing and protecting force
within our communities, with friends and family, at work and in whatever environment we find ourselves.

Such little changes can seem small when compared to the kinds of crises we read about in the headlines, but through my personal experience I have become convinced that there is no instrument of change more powerful than the well-lived life.
A profound example
Look at Gandhi - his simple, loving life has done more to benefit the world than all the speeches and policies composed by politicians in this century - however eloquent, however well-meaning.
Once while Mahatma Gandhi's train was pulling slowly out of the station, a reporter ran up to him and asked for a message to take back to his people. Gandhi's reply was a hurried line scrawled on a scrap of paper: "My life is my message."
So, if you have made a commitment to your spiritual life - CONGRATULATE YOURSELF... Every effort you make is important.
Taken together, these small daily efforts to improve our ordinary lives add up to a very powerful force that, in the years to come, can become a kind of spiritual revolution, providing a firm foundation for the kind of political, economic, and ecological improvements we need to make.
Barbara Marx Hubbard, who is a futurist and an awesome spiritual teacher and mentor, has said that what will change the tide and the force of destruction is simply each person living his or her own purpose!!
Where to start?
The great spiritual teachers of all religions, all taught- Start with yourself. There is not much purpose served by preaching to others or by talking at them. WE DO NOT HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE ANYONE ELSE ANYWAY!
The only way to influence people for the better - your family, your friends, your club, your class, your society, even your enemies - is through your personal example. Harmony with the environment - the alleviation of our environmental crisis - and harmony with others - the easing of our social, political and socioeconomic difficulties - both begin with a third harmony: harmony with ourselves.
Even though they may not realize it consciously, people absorb something deep below the conscious level when they see a person at peace within him or herself.
Billboards and consciousness
It is the same mental dynamic as advertisers use in their roadside billboards. While you are traveling on the freeway, you may not notice the billboards consciously, but a certain part of their message steeps into the unconscious, and influences you the next time you go to the store.
I've noticed that I'm consciously choosing to be with people who are PEACEFUL - not necessarily having their lives together - but on a path to it!
Similarly, when you and I are able to live WHATEVER IS BEFORE US IN LIFE with joy,
we are not only fulfilling our highest destiny, we are also helping all those around us to grow to their full height.

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