I always attempt to BE Here Now as Dr. Wayne Dyer states; and I attempt to live in the highest zone, where happiness is a given. With this in mind I smile. People say I have a beautiful smile and a beautiful set of teeth (thank you Papa for taking me on a monthly trip to the dentist while I was growing up), but I make a good faith effort to live every moment happily and always smile.
I think it is rather interetsting that I have to make a concsious decison to smile all the time. to smile when happy is no problem but to live in that highest zone of always being happy is a challenge. ( note the words I choose to use: attempt instead of try, challenge instead of difficult!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
I Am
What is it that I want to write about? The ever-present truth, that loses meaning as time is devoted on the non-important elements of life that sustain the ego and rob the mind, heart and body of the nutrition that is vital for sustenance.
Who is this person that holds the pen and claims to know more than the others or claims to know more on the subject, to be an authority on the subject?
Who is this person that says “I write?”
I just want to write; to let words flow across the paper like a minute spark of coal spreads quickly and devours the entire forest; I want to devour the paper that is empty.
Is it a mere illusion?
Is the paper really empty? What do I write? My thoughts flying through my mind, like clouds in the sky. I AM NOT MY THOUGHTS!
Whose words are flowing through me as my pen forms shapes that are words?
From the formless depth of my being, I write about nothing, about being nothing, and about going back into nothingness.
What I call this form my body, is temporary. What I call my beauty is temporary. I use every technique available to a woman in this day and age to make my outer body presentable; palatable. But who knows what is this storm rising inside me?
Who sees the ugliness that is my negative thoughts that try to become the host of my body? Nobody. Who sees the beauty that is my inner peace that sits quietly inside me when the outside weather is cloudy?
The storm inside swells and seeps into my action.
Who is this who controls my thoughts?
Aren’t thoughts just visitors? Then why do we let them become the hosts. Who gives them the key to prolong their stay? Aren’t visitors called exactly that, “visitors,” because their stay is temporary? So are we visitors in this temporary world. Then why visitors host other visitors in a house that is not their own?
I want to continue writing; to end this gibberish but I let go. Someone else is writing, and she is mad; she wants to write, and write, and write and write; and let it all out in open so in the end what is left is the nectar; an ounce of truth that is my soul; bare, and vulnerable. Awakened. Like a new born.
But why am I in rush?
Who is this person that holds the pen and claims to know more than the others or claims to know more on the subject, to be an authority on the subject?
Who is this person that says “I write?”
I just want to write; to let words flow across the paper like a minute spark of coal spreads quickly and devours the entire forest; I want to devour the paper that is empty.
Is it a mere illusion?
Is the paper really empty? What do I write? My thoughts flying through my mind, like clouds in the sky. I AM NOT MY THOUGHTS!
Whose words are flowing through me as my pen forms shapes that are words?
From the formless depth of my being, I write about nothing, about being nothing, and about going back into nothingness.
What I call this form my body, is temporary. What I call my beauty is temporary. I use every technique available to a woman in this day and age to make my outer body presentable; palatable. But who knows what is this storm rising inside me?
Who sees the ugliness that is my negative thoughts that try to become the host of my body? Nobody. Who sees the beauty that is my inner peace that sits quietly inside me when the outside weather is cloudy?
The storm inside swells and seeps into my action.
Who is this who controls my thoughts?
Aren’t thoughts just visitors? Then why do we let them become the hosts. Who gives them the key to prolong their stay? Aren’t visitors called exactly that, “visitors,” because their stay is temporary? So are we visitors in this temporary world. Then why visitors host other visitors in a house that is not their own?
I want to continue writing; to end this gibberish but I let go. Someone else is writing, and she is mad; she wants to write, and write, and write and write; and let it all out in open so in the end what is left is the nectar; an ounce of truth that is my soul; bare, and vulnerable. Awakened. Like a new born.
But why am I in rush?
Friday, October 24, 2008
Talk about Self Esteem
I work with people all the time and let me tell you this, I meet all sorts of people, humble, polite, grumpy, moody, growly, you-need-to do-this rightnow types, hold my hand types, I-am-so-dumb-you-know-more-so-it-only-makes-sense-that-you-help-me types, i-am-right-and-you-are-wrong types and most commonly those who as how I am doing but don't really care to listen, some thing like, "Hey how do doing, i just need this form filled" or etc etc, before I get a chance to say I am fantastic, they have said one whole paragraph about why there are at here.
Today I want to talk about one woman in particular, who knew me from my previous job, sort of like a I-know-you-so-I-will come-to-you kind of thing. So I asked her "How are you?" She shrugged her shoulders like, eh just going. She told me why she was here at my window, and I started helping her, when her cell phone rang; she talked. I asked, "Are you alright." I felt something was not right, she said "its my fiance, I just get tired of talking to him." Whoa, I was shocked;
I said, "And he is just your fiance rightnow...." (implying what will happen when you get married, wake up lady." She sortof pushed her cellphone in front of my face, and like "this is him." I looked at the screen I saw a handsome black man with two white children (boy and girl in their early teens having a good time with the kids." "Hey he looks familier"I said, "Does he live in North Portland?" "No,he just came from Tennesse," She replied. "Ummm, so whats the problem," I questioned her. "I don't know what he likes in me. Look at him, he is soo handsome, what does he see in me?" she blurted.
I felt my energy taking a dive southwards. "Sure she needs a makeover, and good clothes, and sexy clothes, and dye her hair darker, and dress her curvy body nicely. But this white woman saw herself as failure. The black man in the picture, standing in the park with this woman's two children found her attractive nonethless. Just the way she was. And here she was using negativity which might one day push him away from her and she will ask "Why does this happen to me?"
He is her fiance, and she gets tired talking to him?
What this made me realize? After she left from my window I felt a surge of gratitue for all that I have in my life. I thanked God for the wonderful, mindful soulmate he gave me, whom I am completely, fully in love with. I felt gratitue for my self-esteem and my body-image.
Things that we take for granted sometimes comes across when we see others not behaving like us.
What do you think dear reader? Have you had any situations like this? Share your thoughts and opinions.
Have a great day!
Today I want to talk about one woman in particular, who knew me from my previous job, sort of like a I-know-you-so-I-will come-to-you kind of thing. So I asked her "How are you?" She shrugged her shoulders like, eh just going. She told me why she was here at my window, and I started helping her, when her cell phone rang; she talked. I asked, "Are you alright." I felt something was not right, she said "its my fiance, I just get tired of talking to him." Whoa, I was shocked;
I said, "And he is just your fiance rightnow...." (implying what will happen when you get married, wake up lady." She sortof pushed her cellphone in front of my face, and like "this is him." I looked at the screen I saw a handsome black man with two white children (boy and girl in their early teens having a good time with the kids." "Hey he looks familier"I said, "Does he live in North Portland?" "No,he just came from Tennesse," She replied. "Ummm, so whats the problem," I questioned her. "I don't know what he likes in me. Look at him, he is soo handsome, what does he see in me?" she blurted.
I felt my energy taking a dive southwards. "Sure she needs a makeover, and good clothes, and sexy clothes, and dye her hair darker, and dress her curvy body nicely. But this white woman saw herself as failure. The black man in the picture, standing in the park with this woman's two children found her attractive nonethless. Just the way she was. And here she was using negativity which might one day push him away from her and she will ask "Why does this happen to me?"
He is her fiance, and she gets tired talking to him?
What this made me realize? After she left from my window I felt a surge of gratitue for all that I have in my life. I thanked God for the wonderful, mindful soulmate he gave me, whom I am completely, fully in love with. I felt gratitue for my self-esteem and my body-image.
Things that we take for granted sometimes comes across when we see others not behaving like us.
What do you think dear reader? Have you had any situations like this? Share your thoughts and opinions.
Have a great day!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Rainy Day
It’s all in the perspective. How do we view the world? Every morning when I wake up I have two choices I can either say “It will be a good day” or “It will be a bad day.” We have to choose to have one or the other daily. Things will happen without you asking for it but how you choose to respond to the events that occur around you will either make you stress free or stressful.
Take the example of a rainy day after a promise of warm sunny days. If you are like me and don’t carry an umbrella, you will respond to the day with disgust, ugh what a weather! But listen to this: during my community college days I met an American man, Aaron, in my Math 60 class, who I had the hots for but did not pursue it further, told me its not a bad day; it’s a soft day. Wow, what do you make of that? It’s a soft day. What does this bring to mind? Rain, petals, puddles, but to me it brings back the memories of the monsoon season. Bright colors, smell of grass, warm rain. Does it make me feel warm inside? You bet it does!
It makes me think my happy childhood. Now what exactly did he say- it’s a soft day. That’s all, I on the other hand tapped in to the resources within me to make this cold nasty weather look and feel better. You and I both have the power within us to change any situation to our benefit simply by having a positive mindset. Easy, I didn’t say that.
They say old habits are hard to die; I find myself slipping back to my old thoughts. It takes effort to be positive and I am working on it.
Take the example of a rainy day after a promise of warm sunny days. If you are like me and don’t carry an umbrella, you will respond to the day with disgust, ugh what a weather! But listen to this: during my community college days I met an American man, Aaron, in my Math 60 class, who I had the hots for but did not pursue it further, told me its not a bad day; it’s a soft day. Wow, what do you make of that? It’s a soft day. What does this bring to mind? Rain, petals, puddles, but to me it brings back the memories of the monsoon season. Bright colors, smell of grass, warm rain. Does it make me feel warm inside? You bet it does!
It makes me think my happy childhood. Now what exactly did he say- it’s a soft day. That’s all, I on the other hand tapped in to the resources within me to make this cold nasty weather look and feel better. You and I both have the power within us to change any situation to our benefit simply by having a positive mindset. Easy, I didn’t say that.
They say old habits are hard to die; I find myself slipping back to my old thoughts. It takes effort to be positive and I am working on it.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Information Overload
In this fast paced technologically advanced world we are daily bombarded with new information. How is that we are going to keep up with all the new and up-to-date information? One day the news research proves the benefits of a certain pill. A week or months later it could be on recall. What happens if we do not watch or read the news on the day it’s recalled?
Even if the benefits advertised are not negated, there’s other companies that come up with some other product that offers the same benefit, we decide to check that out. I don’t know about you, but I know I have.
Today when I was making my instant coffee, I decided to sprinkle some cinnamon in it, thinking that my mom says it’s good for the blood. As I took my coffee cup and got in the car with my parents, I had an urge to ask my mom what was the benefit of using cinnamon again, but I didn’t because she was busy reading something. So in my head I was flipping through all the filed information…ding, ding ding ding ….the benefits of using cinnamon, then I remembered few years back I had read an herbal article that said cinnamon helps thin the blood. I told my mom , and since then she uses cinnamon religiously. Not that she didn’t use it before; Indians use cinnamon in cooking, but she had not used it in her cocoa or tea.
Here, I had read forgotten about the article while she always made sure to take it, while I read and let go, read and let go, read and let go.
There is so much information how do we keep up with them. As for my mother, she, like many other people, who are not technologically apt, get the information, retain it, and follow it. No wonder it’s difficult to change their view points, because they have believed something as true for a long time- but that’s another story.
We are in a time where our brains are overloaded with new information daily, we read, retain, and new research comes in, we let go of the “old” information, read, retain and let go the old and read, and retain. So you see it’s a cycle. We are constantly bombarded with new information over the internet, through magazines, television, billboards, newspapers, and cell phones.
Is it the thirst for new information, or capitalism that drives human beings to new findings? Why do we let go of what works in search for something we think or are told will work even better. A better health, better work, better self esteem, new look, new body, new ways of doing things- new new new. We have become phlegmatic.
Even if the benefits advertised are not negated, there’s other companies that come up with some other product that offers the same benefit, we decide to check that out. I don’t know about you, but I know I have.
Today when I was making my instant coffee, I decided to sprinkle some cinnamon in it, thinking that my mom says it’s good for the blood. As I took my coffee cup and got in the car with my parents, I had an urge to ask my mom what was the benefit of using cinnamon again, but I didn’t because she was busy reading something. So in my head I was flipping through all the filed information…ding, ding ding ding ….the benefits of using cinnamon, then I remembered few years back I had read an herbal article that said cinnamon helps thin the blood. I told my mom , and since then she uses cinnamon religiously. Not that she didn’t use it before; Indians use cinnamon in cooking, but she had not used it in her cocoa or tea.
Here, I had read forgotten about the article while she always made sure to take it, while I read and let go, read and let go, read and let go.
There is so much information how do we keep up with them. As for my mother, she, like many other people, who are not technologically apt, get the information, retain it, and follow it. No wonder it’s difficult to change their view points, because they have believed something as true for a long time- but that’s another story.
We are in a time where our brains are overloaded with new information daily, we read, retain, and new research comes in, we let go of the “old” information, read, retain and let go the old and read, and retain. So you see it’s a cycle. We are constantly bombarded with new information over the internet, through magazines, television, billboards, newspapers, and cell phones.
Is it the thirst for new information, or capitalism that drives human beings to new findings? Why do we let go of what works in search for something we think or are told will work even better. A better health, better work, better self esteem, new look, new body, new ways of doing things- new new new. We have become phlegmatic.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
What really is success?
Sucess means a lot of things to a lot of people. Is there a standard definition? To me success means happiness. Well, a lot of things make me happy- most importantly love, family, being healthy, having the independance to do things on free will (which sometimes is restricted by the boundries of tradition), and having a temporarily abled body to move about about freely, and just having the time, friends, and moments to laugh deep from my belly.
What does sucess mean to a society? Or to You? Let me hear what you have to say.
What does sucess mean to a society? Or to You? Let me hear what you have to say.
Friday, May 9, 2008
One Piece of Valuable Lesson to the World
This is very interesting: If you had one lesson to share with the world before you die, with your current experience, what will it be?
I am eager to hear what each visitor has to say.
I am eager to hear what each visitor has to say.
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