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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Monday, August 15, 2005

Last nights meditation was very disconcerting. I felt as though I was giong to have a heart attack. My breathing was quick, short and deep. And the area surrounding my mouth had that tingly numb feeling to it. I could also feel the "wheel" of my heart chakra spinning. It was so noticeable, that I could actually feel my shirt moving. I continued on with my meditation, but the thoughts would not stop. It was not a mindful session last night.

I had two dreams, the first one was interrupted with a knock on my bedroom door. The knock was so loud it woke me out of my sleep. I thought perhaps it might be Dylan and I got up to open the door, but no one was there. I checked on Dylan who was a floor down and he was fast asleep. The knock did not come within my sleep, this much I am sure. I fell back asleep and had another dream. Both have some significance, as I remembered them when I woke up. I told myself to write them down but I remembered them so clearly that I figured I'd just do it when I woke up that morning. But when I went to do that, I had forgotten. The only part I didn't forget was a point where someone or myself was self-medicating. I recognized this in my dream (as third person) and felt (in my dream) that this held some significance.

I noticed yesterday that the tip of my tongue does rest against the palatte of my upper mouth, all on its own. My appetite has increased. Big time. I eat even though I am stuffed silly.

Staying in meditation is difficult. I am only lasting about 30 - 40 minutes.

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