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, November 21, 2005

Sleepless

Another night spent in absolute terror. Sometimes (just sometimes), I wish I didn't have to go through this (alone). Very strange dream last night. He was laying in my bed next to me, though I was aware that this scene was unusual as we are no longer together. I asked him something and he replied. I prodded a bit, wanting to keep an active conversation between us and he simply said, "Goodnight Kelly". I remember feeling defeated in that moment. Then looking at him I realized it wasn't him. It was me in physical form. With his voice and his soul. I was suddenly woken up by a huge crashing sound. I sat straight up in my bed. The cats completely unstirred on the end of my bed. I turned to my side to look at him and realized that I was on the other side of the bed, so I looked the other way but he was not there. It took me several moments to come to the realization that what just happened was a dream. I spent the rest of the night laying in my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling terrified to fall back asleep. My heart beat so loud I could hear it echo'ing in my ears. My feet were incredibly hot, almost burning. I wasn't sure exactly what I was afraid of, just that I was very very scared.

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