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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.


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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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Friday, September 02, 2005

Rose coloured specs

There must be a coined diagnosis for those adults who live in a world of self-delusion. How does one go on pretending to be something they are not? I'm not talking about a little illusion, but a profound illusion. One so big they have at this point quite possibly fooled themselves?

It was quite an eye-opening experience watching you, when faced with a problem, react exactly as you have always reacted. Your forehead got tight, your limbs stiff. Your eyes hardening. Words spitting out from between your lips. I stood there calmly observing your reaction. Watching you stumble over your words. Trying so hard to plead your case. I saw someone so unsure of himself. Strikingly confused so much so, that he's fooled himself into believing otherwise.

posted by I Am This at 7:16 AM

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