Wisdom We Already Have

April 18, 2010 by  
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When you look back in your life, how often are you surprised by things you’ve done -which you didn’t understand at the time – but now you recognize as being the right actions?

How many times do you have a peculiar feeling inside when you meet someone or you are about to make a decision?

That’s your intuition, your inner-voice, your wise self letting you know the way to go.  But how often do we turn a deaf ear to it?

I don’t know where our wise self comes from but I do know it gathers information and processes it in a different fashion than our minds do.  I also know somehow that little voice knows what’s best for us every time.

We need to make friends with our wise self.  We need to learn its language so we won’t get so confused when it speaks to us.

Spending time with ourselves is the only way to befriend our intuition because without it we are operating at half capacity.  So if you like to meditate, that’s your time with yourself.  If you don’t, make sure you carve out some time to be quiet.  No phones, no computers, no talking.  Just you and your within.


Embrace Grief

April 13, 2010 by  
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Sorrow makes us all children again – destroys all differences of intellect.  The wisest know nothing.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson



It is said there is no bigger regret as the one when we lose someone dear to us without telling how much we loved them    or having shared with them as much as possible.

After having had many troubled relationships, when I met my husband I knew how blessed I was to have met him and I told him that as often as possible.  When he passed there was only the sorrow of having lost him. I embraced my pain with courage as I knew I had to give it a voice.

Grief humbled and demanded my attention to the life I still have.  No to squander it in petty feelings and thoughts.  I have the past in my heart but I don’t live in it. I would not be honoring the love I have within me for my husband if I did so.  I do not think of the future as I know it changes with every thought or action I take in the present.

Grief has inspired me to reach out and make my existence truly mean something to me.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.  ~Robert Ingersoll