Today I Will Be Happy With Less.

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That’s just eleven words with a
sobering with truthful meaning.
“Today I will be happy with less”.

more….

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…Eleven words at the top and forty-seven more just above; fifty-eight words of absolute truth about one of the greatest secrets of a good life….

Soon to be two years I have found something to be grateful for each morning and focused on it for about an hour. There are no words that I can say to tell you of the conviction I have that practicing gratefulness is life changing. I urge you… no I beg you with all my heart, to take a little time for gratitude every day. Do it for just a month and you will never be the same again.

Happiness cannot be traveled to,
owned, earned, worn or consumed.
Happiness is the spiritual experience
of living every minute
with love, grace, and gratitude.
Denis Waitley

With Our Thoughts

19All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him;
if a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him;
like a shadow that never leaves him.
Buddha

In my mind there is always a wind of thought blowing. It’s precise force and direction is ever-varying, but the breeze is constant. If I focus on one way of thinking enough I become bent into that direction like a tree blown by a constant wind.

If I spend time thinking of my want and desire of something, I get no closer to satisfying the longing and instead cause unsated yearning to grow.

If frequently go to thoughts of how much someone hurt me in the past, I bring the pain to the present to breathe new life into it.

If I am able to bring a joyful memory to mind during a difficult time, my trouble is tempered and made less heavy.

The more I am grateful of love I am given, the more love I received.

The more I am grateful for happy moments when they arrive, the more come to me.

The greater my gratitude for life, more arrives to be grateful for.

It is not within my control to master all my thoughts, but at any given moment I am capable of moderating them. It is the direction of the winds in my mind that shape my life. Realizing quality of life is more about my thinking that any other factor has been a great insight. I am grateful that with awareness I can paint whatever comes at me with new color of my choosing.

With our thoughts,
we make the world.
Buddha

A Blue Rose

blue_roses_3_1400x1050Two thoughts by a favorite young writer living in the Czech Republic:

What if you could pick one day of your life, and everything would stop changing, every day would be similar and comparable to that one day, you’d always have the same people with you?

If you could do that, would you do it?

Would you pick that day and make that choice?

We crave for things to stop changing, we wish that things would never change.

But if we got what we wanted, there are so many things that are better, that we would never, ever know about.

Sure, things would stay the same as that one wonderful day, but then there would be nothing else out there, ever.

So can you remember the very first day when everything really did begin to change?

Is there a thing that can remind you?

Mine is a blue rose, and that’s when everything began to change because that’s the day I began to believe in things I never believed in before; the day I found three blue roses.

Think about your first day of change, can you remember all the new heights you’ve soared since that day?

All the new people?

All the better things and times?

Would you throw all of that time away?

I wouldn’t.

Instead, I want to finally accept all the things that I couldn’t change, which led to me being right here, right now.

Maybe we all carry around inside us one day we wish we could keep forever, something we wished never did change.

It’s time to let go of that day, and soar.
C. JoyBell C.

There have been times I wished for change to slow down or stop. Yet, I know that is not only unhealthy, it’s impossible. To wish for something that can never be is a pure waste of my energy. So instead I gratefully embrace all that comes to me for every happening, person or situation that arrives is uniquely a part of my life.

We can’t be afraid of change.
You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in,
but if you never venture out of it,
you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea.
Holding onto something that is good for you now,
may be the very reason why you don’t have something better.
C. JoyBell C.

Wisdom Accumulated Slowly

jamesappleton04Once upon a time living felt mostly like an endless obligation to have a place to live, a car to drive, food to eat, money to spend and to take care of others. Although it often appears a break through insight comes quickly, usually it is actually wisdom accumulated slowly but fully realized in a moment. How true my perspective of being alive matches that process. From a life of obligated responsibility, to a true gift realized has been my path.

What I am obligated to has not changed much. But existance is far more than an endless list of “have to’s”. Instead I am pulled forward by the possibilities of life, for as long as I live they are endless. Thankfully, gone are those days when living felt mostly like a burden.

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life-like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you.
I will love you, again.
“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass
From book ” From The Courage to Heal”

Today I love my life In a deeper way I never knew until recent years. There is something about accepting mortality that makes living far more valuable. Being old enough to have witnessed the cycle of life from birth to death many times takes away youth’s fantasy of living forever. Those words are written not with morbidly shaped thoughts, but rather with a perspective shaded with realness that makes being alive all the more precious. For every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year and decade of my days, gratitude is deeply resident within.

You’ve got to take the good with the bad,
smile with the sad, love what you’ve got,
and remember what you had.
Always forgive, but never forget.
Learn from mistakes, but never regret.
Unknown

In a Small Space

Oak and Crescent Moon

This is one of those days when a lot can be said in a small space. Here goes:

This life
is for
loving,
sharing,
learning,
smiling,
caring,
forgiving,
laughing,
hugging,
helping,
dancing,
wondering,
healing,
and even more loving.
I choose to live life this way.
I want to live my life
in such a way
that when I get out of bed
in the morning,
the devil says, “aw s#!t, he’s up!”
Steve Maraboli

And for today that’s ’nuff said. I am grateful for the reminder of the man I aspire to be.

I don’t want to get to the end of my life
and find that I have just lived the length of it.
I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Diane Ackerman

Falling Over and Over Again

Sufey 02Love.
Love is kind.
Love is unconditional.
Love needs no reason.
Love hugs you tight when you cry.
Love squeezes your hand because it feels good.
Love sings to you.
Love touches you.
Love paints you pictures.
Love is colorful.
Love sparkles.
Love is speechless.
Love listens.
Love is patient.
Love is here.
Love always comes home.
Love can’t stop kissing you.
Love makes your insides melt like cacao left too close to the stove by accident.
Love leaves you little notes everywhere.
Love listens.
Love makes you hot ginger tea.
Love carries you over puddles.
Love doesn’t mind the rain.
Love gets lost in the mountains with you but it’s okay because
Love > fear.
Love shows up on your doorstep. With roses. And cucumbers.
Love warms you up when you’re cold.
Love spoons.
Love heals.
Love wins.
Love is a warrior.
Love survives.
Love grows.
Love lasts.
Love stares up at the stars and wonders where you fell from.
Love lingers a moment longer.
Love breathes you in.
Love shows up to yoga class because you’re there and
Love is wherever you are.
Love makes you vegan avocado milkshakes.
Love makes you scream in bed.
Love is innocent.
Love is funny.
Love is playful.
Love is a glimmer of light in the black.
Love thinks you’re perfect.
Love is you.
Love is me.
Love is.
Love.

This blog is blessed with two or three new people subscribing most days. If the subscriber has a Facebook page or website I often check it out to keep handle on who reads my stuff. The poem above by Sufey Suryananadi grabbed my attention as did the title description of her Facebook page “Endless gratitude for this glorious world!” She goes on to say:

I get high on life every day, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to share my bliss with you! I was raised as the oldest of five in a family overflowing with love. Coming home was always my favorite time of day because my baby brothers would whoop out my name, tumble overtop tables, smother me in pure glee and knock me off my feet into an epically entangled mess of uncontrollable laughter.

Demographically, I’m an eighteen-year-old Canadian girl. I’ve lived in Singapore, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Vancouver, Maui, Beijing, Ann Arbor, Prince George, Las Cruces, and traveled extensively across Asia, North America, and a teensy weensy bit of Europe. Wanderlust drives my soul, and it has brought me a life brimming full of endless adventure and a deep appreciation for the beauty in the world.

I’ve waltzed with old ladies in the parks of Shanghai, taught yoga in the ancient ruins of Nanjing, played tag with the street-children of Cebu, busked with steel drummers in Honolulu, flown kites with farmers in Wenzhou, and in doing so, my life has grown rich with simple pleasures.

Academically, I’m a 4th year Bachelors of Health Sciences student, majoring in Biomedical Studies and minoring in all things artsy and fun (like theatre, sculpture, photography and dance). Professionally, I’m a student of the universe… and humbled teacher of yoga, piano, figure skating, debate, public speaking, cross-country skiing, and wellness. I’m a certified 200-hr Registered Yoga Teacher (RYT) through Yoga Alliance with my Grade 10 Piano Practical from the Royal Conservatory of Music (RCM).

It’s not uncommon to find that what people put up on Facebook is somewhere between inaccurate and fabrication. I don’t think that is the case with Sufey. Her energy and love of life seems radiant, sincere and true. I am glad. Knowing of a young person who loves life as she professes pulls my spirit up higher. To read how well lived her young life is reminds this middle aged guy to be grateful, love people and live life fully everyday. Thanks Sufey. https://www.facebook.com/sufey

I tell you this because
it’s basically the story of my life:
falling over and over again…
and laughing myself silly
while clambering back up!
Sufey Suryananadi

Have a Great Day

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Say something silly Laugh_by_burdge_bug

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 Buy something FrivolousRegion Capture

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 Cause a SceneMuscle on stickman

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 Get carried awaystickma

 Order Dessertstickman eating

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 Some times I am just grateful for another day!

Someone once told the this definition of Hell:
The last day you have on earth the person you become
will meet the person you could have become.
Unknown

The Great Adventure

through the forestHelen Keller once wrote: “Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved.”

The trial and suffering of growing older has changed my perspective, especially about myself. It was an old habit to try to put a happy face on most everything. When I was down the feelings were hidden from others. Emotional anguish was rarely shown except when those feelings got lose to be a tidal wave aimed at someone. My opinions expressed were most often those which generally went along with the group I was with. Rarely did I express dissenting thoughts and worst yet, often I was unsure what my opinion really was.

I always used to try to be as perfect as I could because I felt so deeply imperfect. It was like a part of me was missing that I never seemed to be able to find. A sense of incompleteness dogged me into all I did.

That was then and this is now. Here are a few lessons my best tutor called “life” has taught me in the “school of hard knocks”.

1. Others don’t cause me to feel inferior. Almost all the time making me feel less than is an habitual inside job.
2. All of us falls apart once in a while. It’s part of gaining a fresh perspective on things.
3. Everyone wonders if they look good enough to others. Lesson learned is most others are barely paying attention to me
4. No one has all the answers all the time. Some answers never come and that is normal.
5. Life is not a puzzle where all the pieces fit. Living is an irregular experience. Otherwise each life lived could not be unique.
6. Crying once in a while is normal. If it’s been months since I last shed a tear, something is wrong.
7. No one has life fully under control and knows all the answers. Allowing me to think others do is a lie told to myself.
8. Trying to look quite young when you’re older makes a mature person look immature. Looking good for my age is more important than appearing twenty years younger.
9. Life passes quickly, more so with age. It’s important not to put off my life’s “can’t not do’s” for too long.
10. Taking a “personal day” for mental health is not screwing off. One in a while getting “emotional flu” is normal as is self-care to get through it.

Aging is not a steady neurological dive… We assume that because memory speed and efficiency decline, all of cognition declines, but, for example, studies have shown that seniors actually have better retention of what they read and are less emotionally reactive when viewing negative images. Older individuals tend to have greater wisdom, the capacity for deep, intimate relationships, and an incredible potential for artistic creativity. (Case in point: Dancer Martha Graham choreographed 10 new ballets from age 75 until her death at 96.) Also, they simply have a more positive outlook on life… There’s a sense of Happiness and contentment when you’re older that you just don’t have when you’re younger. http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/201110/lifes-new-timeline

Slowly I have arrived at a hypothesis that the last third of life can be the absolute best. The first step is to accept the age I am and stop wishing to be otherwise. Occasionally I think about being in my 20’s again and quickly think “no thanks, too much change and chaos”. How about the 30’s and my response is “nope, that’s the decade of being too self focused through work and other interests. How about being 40 something again which is “a little tempting, but was a decade of denial that brought life crashing down on me later”. Being in my 50’s I am certain I don’t want to do this decade again because “it has been filled with painful growth and a revolution of my core thinking”.

So where does that leave me at fifty-nine years old? Looking forward to my 60’s 70’s, 80’s and beyond with hopes good health stays with me. I am deeply grateful for the great adventure my life has been so far. From the dark emotional jungles to the scorching heat in the deserts of the unknown, I am grateful for it all.

Life is about trusting your feelings
and taking chances,
losing and finding happiness,
appreciating the memories,
learning from the past,
and realizing people change.
Anonymous

Happy Day Before Thanksgiving Day

“Thanksgiving Day” by Linda Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood
To Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
Ting-a-ling-ling!
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow~
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood~
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Oh, how things have changed inside me. The near 500 days I have sat here each morning expressing gratitude has altered me permanently for the better. I am softer, more open and introspective; calmer, more joyful and have greater peace than ever before. Best of all I love life and feel acutely alive. Emotions are just below my skin ready to comfort me or bring me feelings of all sorts. No longer do I hide from them. Good or bad, positive or negative I embrace the man that I am. My thanks giving this year includes gratefulness for ‘me’. I don’t think I have ever said that before! Wow!

I am grateful for what I am and have.
My thanksgiving is perpetual…
O how I laugh when I think
of my vague indefinite riches.
No run on my bank can drain it,
for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.
Henry David Thoreau

Hate Hurts the Hater

Hate is never good, but it’s understandably felt by some toward people such as child abusers, perpetrators of violent crimes, terrorists and some who are just plain evil.

Otherwise, with ordinary people there’s an adage that goes, someone most often hates you for one of three reasons.

1. They either see you as a threat.
2. They hate themselves.
3. Or they want to be you.

Thinking about hating someone is sobering. Hate is a strong word. Definitions of hate on-line are: to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest; feel antipathy towards. So if I dislike someone a lot, I in fact hate them. I never thought of it that way. And yes, there are people I really don’t care for. I just never thought of strong aversion as being hate.

I cringe at the thought that I might actually hate someone and subscribe to Madeleine L’Engle’s thoughts that “Hate hurts the hater more’n the hated.”

At this point I really don’t think I hate anyone and readily admit I have at times confused hurt with hate. There are those who caused me great grief and lots of pain for who forgiveness is not 100%. There is no one I can think of who I lack the intention of forgiveness for in my heart. However with some I am uncertain if complete forgiveness is possible. Emotional scars stand in the way. I have come to the understanding that most who hurt others have been hurt themselves, often as children, and end up passing along their pain. Completely true or not, that thought helps me forgive people who have injured me emotionally. Not 100% forgiveness, but close.

Elie Wiesel wrote, “the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference”. I readily admit there are those who hurt me I feel completely indifferent about. I wish them no harm or difficulty, but frankly don’t care to know anything about them today. Such people are now blanks where a relationship of some sort has been erased due to the pain they caused me. It’s a healthy sort of turning a blind eye and putting those old pains up high on a shelf and forgetting about those caused them.

It’s only human to like some people more than others, to respect some more than other folks, to not be comfortable with some people and quite at home with others. I am grown up enough to no longer beat myself up about simply not caring for some people. It’s a form of healthy self-care to at least be able to recognize who’s good for me and who isn’t. I am grateful to know the difference!

The unhappiest people in this world,
are those who care the most about what other people think.
C. Joybell C.