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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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Warped

Lately I've been physically experiencing some strange going-on's with my head. Sometimes it feels as though it is being molded, sort of like a mound of clay. There is a lot of tightening sensations and compression sensations as well. I'm quite possibly feeding into my own paranoia. [arnold]It's a tumor[/arnold]

I haven't been leaving my dream journal handy for the morning and been paying the price for this. The dreams are so vivid when I wake that I am so sure I will remember them in 10 minutes when I make my way out of the bed and downstairs. But I always end up forgetting the details I want to remember.

Work. Ahhh work. I want out. I love my job. I love the people I work with. And I consider myself blessed to have the relationships I do at work and the ability to expess myself with them. I love the fact that I get to share knowledge with others and in turn create enormous and self-empowering life changes in these individuals, and have them love me (it is not unusual to have a client of mine come up and hug me or kiss me). As-of-late I have been feeling confined. A very limiting experience. As though I am bottling up my energy everytime I go to work. I feel bigger than what I am doing and want to have the freedom to expand on this. Release and unbind this boundless energy. It is not yet to the point where I want to quit and never return, but I can see it snow ballin' to this very soon.

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