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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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Sunday, March 05, 2006

His Love

The storm has finally quieted. At times it was becoming progessively difficult to just BE in anything ... my attention always brought back to this high-pitched frequency. It was effecting meditation, conversation and reading. But it appears to have settled into a hushed calmness.

Meditation is exceeding an hour. I am finding myself not wanting to be involved in much anymore. I am tired of these games. I just want to exist in these states of silent and peaceful contentment. Such an insipid chore to engage in conversation. What is there to say anyways. Nobody wants to hear the truth. Nobody wants to face their fears. How do we choose to play this game. Why do we choose to play this game. Is there even a choice at all.

I feel such illimitable love inside myself, for mySelf. Watching it radiate throughout, around, within, above and beyond. Free and liberated of the enslavement I find rustling around me of others, I just want to sleep in this ethereal beauty for all of eternity.

posted by I Am This at 10:15 PM

Comments on "His Love"

 

Blogger CE said ... (2:12 PM) : 

Kelly,
Wake up. I don't know if that's a good idea!

 

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