Treat Yo Self Part IV

November has been a very very busy month for me.

Lots of days/ nights away from home.

And my little dog has been well looked after by my dear friends while I am away.

Today I treated myself with a day spent with my Pepper.

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Countdown to 2018 – Gratitude Doodles – #1 Grad to Pro

Less than 50 days.

2018.

Before make resolutions and celebrate the new year, let’s make a gratitude list of 2017.

Top of my list.

My daughter will finish university this year and step into a new phase of her life.

I am thankful that her hard work has been rewarded.

That she is a down to earth young woman.

That she has found new passions and overcome challenges in this past year.

That she has emerged a champion and a young Wonder Woman.

I drew a doodle of how I imagine her as a YO-PRO!

Treat Yo Self Part I

Life is tough.

Life is also short.

I believe in mini-celebrations of success.

Even micro ones.

Nano ones.

Orenda

There are beautiful words in every language that defies translation.

Orenda. Pronounced or-en-da, is from the Iroquoian language. A language family of eastern North America, including Cherokee and Mohawk. WIth the exception of Cherokee, all its members are extinct or nearly so. (Source: Wikipedia)

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Conundrum

We listen to seek understanding.

Or at least we try to.

Yet it is not often easy.

But definitely worth it.

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Clueless

There are times when I am just walking down the street, minding my own business when suddenly I am struck by cluelessness.

As if everyone in the world knows what they are doing and why, and I am the only soul here who is entirely clueless.

Then I look around and think again.

Perhaps everyone else is as clueless as I am. And it’s OK.

No need to panic.

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A Thousand Oceans

Your eyes carry the weight of a thousand oceans

and the echo of the universe

I promise you…

That you will be happy again.

~ My Persian Poet ~

I have written these words down where I can see them everyday.

The Beauty of Pain

Our natural instinct is to avoid pain.
When we feel pain, we find ways to distract ourselves.
We suppress the feeling by scrolling through our phones, checking our messages and looking at other people's pains.

Then the pain just grows.
It builds up, it spreads like moss.
Till nothing is beautiful anymore, and our lives are but a puzzle of anxieties, dreads and unrequited love.

When people exercise they advocate "feel the pain and do it anyway".
The same goes in life.

We need to surrender.
Let it wash over us.
Feel every molecule of pain writhe through our bodies and squeeze your heart dry.

Only then will the pain begin to fade.
And you let other feelings in.
At first it is all bit numb. Then you start to feel your toes again.
And then you wriggle your feet.
And you get up.
And you start all over again.

Speak Lotuses, Not Mud

When you open your mouth, what comes out?
Mud? Filth? Negativity?
Useless comments?
Meaningless uttering?

Or lotuses?
Beautiful flowers that rise from the mud?
Generous praises and kind words?
Appreciation and thankfulness?

This stoic reminder is so simple, but so hard to do.
I like to imagine what spills from my mouth so that I do not speak words in hate, anger or frustration.
It is a daily practice that I do not often succeed at.