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, December 19, 2005

Dreams

The dreams this week past have been of a different tone, less frightful and intense but more puzzling :|

One dream in particular was of two previous partners and had to do with my relationships with them. The first ex and I seemed to communicate telepathically. No words were spoken between us yet we exchanged communication. In 'real' life I do not find him physically attractive anymore yet in my dream his appearance was handsomely youthful. I found myself drawn to him physically but not emotionally. The exchange of communication was rooted in his desire to resume a relationshiop with me. The exchange of communication between us was warm, loving and accepting. He was holding a newborn baby dressed in white. The second ex I communicated verbally with, though he did not speak a word to me. It appeared that he did not want to talk to me. I felt very frustrated in attempting to communicate with him and remember wishing that he would just grow up. There was a resistful energy emitting from him. He appeared incredibly smaller than me in energy and the room which he was in was dark.

Last night I had a most wonderful yet puzzling dream. I was at the Siddha Yoga Center. It was for Guru Gita. In the oversized chair sat Swami Muktananda and on his lap he held me as though I was a small infant. He was craddling me. He was majestic in his purple robe. I was adorned with beautiful gold beads and jewellery and wearing a white robe. In front of us sat a crowd of people, all meditating. The lights were dimmed and candles were burning. Muktananda was singing and humming a song which I am not familiar with. The entire dream I remained in the arms of Swami Muktananda and this sense of absolute pure unconditional love filled every cell of my being.

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