Archives For Life

Mostly my own musings on learning, falling down, and getting back up.

Blossoming

05/07/2017

“There is so much love in your heart that you could heal the entire planet. But just for now let us use this love to heal you. Feel a warmth beginning to glow in your heart center, a softness, a gentleness. Let this feeling begin to change the way you think and talk about yourself.” ~Louise Hay

The snow has melted, the ground has thawed, and everything is bursting into growth as the hours of daylight lengthen. Roses, trees, shrubs, perennials… tenacious plants that return year after year as the earth swings closer to the sun for its summer vacation. Whether rainy or sunny, spring is when I spend every extra moment I have outside in my gardens. If it’s too wet, I will be moving rocks or building something. Planning and moving forward.

In spite of my powerful enthusiasm, spring helps teach me patience, over and over and over again. Every year as my gardens wake up and I get excited about what is coming and what will be, I’m the student once again, learning to be patient. When I find myself wishing that a plant or an area of my garden were better or different, I feel a kind voice in my heart telling me to ‘have patience’. These patient plants remind me that I am growing, all the time, even if only in my understanding of how to make mistakes. I’m blossoming the best I can in any given moment with the resources I have right now. Just like you, and every other living being.

Taking a restful moment to pause from the spring work, I breathe deeply and smile. I can feel it: I’m blossoming. I am growing better with each forward step and each weed pulled. I am becoming clearer and closer to my vision of the garden, and the life, that I really want. Truly, patience is a virtue. Namaste.

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“Few things are more revolutionary than finding true happiness in a suffering world.” ~Marianne Williamson

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“If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose. When you wake up, you can’t just wait to see what kind of day you’ll have. You have to decide what kind of day you’ll have.” ~Joel Osteen

“The world’s wisdom traditions all point inward, stating that there is a level of the mind that serves as the source of happiness. When a person locates this core self, there is peace and silence. One feels safe and cared for. Love and bliss are available as normal aspects of life, not as intermittent experiences that arrive randomly.”

~Deepak Chopra [read more of article at Oprah.com]

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Composure is attainable, and from this calm place, happiness blossoms. Breathe. Relax. Soften. Accept what is, knowing there is a much larger picture of the story than we can ever understand. Being happy is not only a choice; it is a type of loving shield. It gives us strength in troubled times and allows us to offer gentleness and smiles to others. To feel happiness and smile at others is not naiveté; it’s a kind of superpower. It kick-starts the ripples of kindness and offers hope for our worried world. Namaste. Gina

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A quiet path

03/18/2017

“Wind in the trees, thunder, flowing water, falling leaves, rain, animal voices, birdsong – we live amid a teeming polyphony of natural sounds.

“Add to these the sounds of human activity, from soft footsteps to pneumatic drills, from muted conversation to pounding trains, from jetting fountains to jet planes.

“Then, we have the articulate, measured, imagined sounds of art – all the many kinds of music, which so specifically and directly convey the spirit of a people.

“Our world is permeated with sounds, some calming the heart and mind, some keeping us frenetic and on edge.”

Thomas Moore

The Re-Enchantment of Everyday Life


Quiet is something I need like oxygen. It’s why I camp. I have to get away from the sounds of the city, of the suburbs. Out of earshot of the squealing tires and noisy buses, the wailing sirens and garbage trucks, the roaring broken mufflers and low-frequency stereos at top volume, rattling my windows. These frenetic urban noises are why I need to go hiking and camping on a regular basis. I need to get away to a calming forest path.

Ahh. . . peace and quiet.

At the campground the most persistent sounds beyond the chickadees are the scolding chirps of squirrels and raspy caws of ravens. Crunching gravel beneath my feet as I follow a path to the creek. Water splashes over the rocks. Flames crackle softly in the fire pit. Breezes sing through the tall trees. These are sounds that refresh me deeply, and bring me back to life. This is why I camp. A retreat under the silent stars, immersing myself in the sounds of nature. Time spent amidst nature’s natural noises helps me hear happier thoughts. I wish for you a soothing walk on a quiet path. Namaste.
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Copyright © Gina 2017 Professions For Peace. [Pinterest images]

Our human family

02/25/2017

Incredible images of some of the members of our human family, beautifully compiled and composed with Maya Angelou reciting from her powerful poem. To me, this iPhone ad is a work of art. I encourage us all to view this gem. The beauty it shares in one fast minute can help warm hearts and open minds. Let us remember how vast, and yet somehow small, our world is. Let’s know that each of us are part of a diverse and dynamic human family. Namaste.

Human Family, by Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

Watch our words

02/20/2017

“Language is very powerful. Language does not just describe reality. Language creates the reality it describes.” ~Desmond Tutu

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We toss them around like they are nothingness… invisible air out of our mouths or thoughts from fingertips. We say we’re just being funny, sarcastic or ‘venting’ but words are things that carry energy and weight. Maya Angelou said they get into the fabric of our lives, our curtains and our clothing. Into our very being. We lighten our hearts and the world around us when we share words that help and don’t harm. Let’s scatter kindness with our powerful everyday words.

People collect all manner of antique items. Dishes, paintings, furniture. I collect old poetry books. It matters not if they are tattered, if a page here or there is stained or missing. To discover an old, overlooked book of old-fashioned rhyming poetry in some obscure second hand bookstore or hidden thrift shop is a wonderful thrill for me! As I gently blow away the dust and carefully peruse the old pages, my heart fills with joy. I have this sensation of rediscovering something important. There’s a part of my heart that whispers to the book and its poet. . . “I found you. I love you. You are not forgotten.”

gs-antique-poetryMy little collection of vintage poetry is, as you can see, a rather motley looking crew of old volumes. These well worn books are not only for display but also for reading and enjoying (albeit carefully). It’s part of my pleasure to keep them from being forgotten. Here is a glimpse into one of my oldest poetry books.

wilcox-1921-bookElla Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) was born in Johnstown, Wisconsin and her poetry was being published by the time she graduated from high school. Very popular, her poems were often written in plain, rhyming verse.

My book of hers is “Poems of Pleasure” originally published in 1888. This small, soft, leather-bound book of 127 pages has a gilded design and lettering on the cover, but inside it is undated (perhaps the page is missing) however it was a gift to someone in 1921 according to the faint inscription. Regardless of its flaws and wear, and all the hands and hearts it has passed through, this beloved book now resides in my collection of very old, and deeply cherished, poetry books.
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“I Will Be Worthy Of It”

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“Love Much” (and the start of “In The Long Run”)


To poets and lovers of poetry everywhere, may you always be remembered.
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[2017 © All images are mine. Click on bottom gallery to open and view.]