Etsy

An online marketplace for selling and buying all things handmade!

It's like shopping at the artists market, but from your own home. I discovered the website just in time for Christmas and along with my trip to Blue Banana Market in Toronto, have managed to get almost everyone on my list home made gifts.


Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift! We have the capacity to live in a way that these twenty-four hours will bring peace, joy, and happiness to ourselves and others.

Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. The Question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We don't have to travel far away to enjoy the blue sky. We don't have to leave our city or even our neighborhood to enjoy the eyes of a beautiful child. Even the air we breathe can be a source of joy.

We can smile, breathe, walk, and eat our meals in a way that allows us to be in touch with the abundance of happiness that is available. We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive at the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.

Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment. ... Thich Nhat Hanh


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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Raw Questions

You said ... it is not about me. It is not my fault. You say there is no blame. Yet you are distancing yourself and denying me the glory that is your love. It aches. So deeply. Why do you treat me this way? Why do you make excuses for your behaviour? Do you really find it such a taunting task to be and do that which is compassion? I'm sorry ... but. I love you ... but. Is it really all about you? Are you hiding something from me? What are you afraid of? What are your fears in exposing yourself to me? What is it that is holding you back from loving me?

Why do you treat me like a stranger?

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