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Turkey, Mardin

This is a picture of Mardin, Turkey.  What struck me was how different it was from anything I have seen in the part of the world I live in,  I just wasn’t sure when I saw it, if I was drawn in, or even if it was real. There is not a tree in sight, a park, a piece of land, nothing.  Someone had commented that it looked like a picture from a fairy tale book.

Austria,Tyrol

This is Austria,lots of green, yet it is still a world I have yet to discover. No matter where we are, whether or not we travel to these far away places or we stay at home, we are blessed with living in an era where we can meet people from all over the world, right on our doorstep.

We need only be open to the experience.

How often have I walked past a stranger, who looked interesting, and not said a word, even though, he/she looked interesting and we had exchanged a nod or smile. We all do it. We let the moment pass.

It is in opening the window, or door to new opportunities that we discover new vistas, new ways of seeing life, Sharing good conversation with a friend is a genuine moment worth remembering.

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A good friend is not one that comes and goes with the blink of an eye.  Nor can we go out and search for a friend, they come into our lives like blessings, treasures, gifts from the Universe.  Like anything else, they will grow with time,  if the connection is real, you will have a friend for a lifetime.  It all begins with a hello.  Life is…. lived… one moment at a time. Once a seed is planted, how well it grows, depends on us.

no more… no less.

namaste     –     oyashikiri

meditation

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Those were not my words back when I was actively working … because  back  then we didnt’ text, there wasn’t a cell phone attached to almost every household, in fact likely none.   But to those who came wanting to learn to meditate, it was almost always about their  need to find a quiet place for themselves, within the confines of their busy lives.  Young professionals needing and wanting grounding.

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Common when I asked, “Did you get to meditate since we last met?” Answer, “Only, a few times, but each time I was interrupted, or the neighbour, (or children etc.) were making so much noise, I couldn’t concentrate”

And there lies the problem. meditation isn’t about concentration, it isn’t about having candles in the room, or soothing music with a nice incense happening.  Meditation is the art of staying in touch with your own personal connection to the “Divine”.  God lives in us all…  the Energy of Life is the force that makes us all  ONE.

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If ever you have been blessed with someone in your life where just being together, or knowing that the other is close by, is comforting, and an extension of YOU, that is a special bond, and one that – simply is –  We can’t manufacture this sense of extension, sense of Oneness, it simply is.  You just are….   and if someone hasn’t had that experience it is hard to explain it to them.  They have to find it in themselves.  Because  a state of peaceful existence begins within.

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So many quotes, so many words…” meditation is inaction.”.. do you believe that?  There is active meditation for example when one is practicing or  engrossed in working out,, dancing, focused on the moment,  you are so intent on the moment, although you hear the world around you, it is lost to you in that moment.  In that moment, all that is …. is where you are… and what you are doing…   that is a form of meditation.  That is meditation.. it is you “BEING”

Namaste     –      Oyashikiri

Good Morning everyone

I would like to do something a little different today, I wrote this in January 1995.  Thank you for allowing me to share a past moment with you.

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Looking out into the night, with only the shadow of dusk on the horizon, the fading lights of the car seemed to draw his mind to another time in space.  He could have stopped her from leaving, but then instead of being alone with his thoughts,he would have had to listen, and be attentive. No,he no longer cared if he had to eat alone, or wake up with no one by his side, for once he was happy by himself.

He looked down at his hands,.  Such sensitive hands, at least he thought them to be… he remembered how his hand had looked against the whiteness of her skin…. how when he reached out to draw her to him, his fingers had felt the softness of her hair….If only she had not spoken. Why was it that whenever he began to feel close, when the fiery warmth began to grow within him, words would render him cold.

There was a time when he would  easily have pushed aside the momentary irritations of speech and continued on into paradise.  Alas, that time had passed.  With time he had  learned that sooner or later the “words” would come, there was no escaping them…

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With the dusk casting long shadows on the road before her she found her thoughts floating back to the silent figure at the window.  She could have stayed, she knew how wonderful it would have been.  How gentle his  hands, how loving his touch.  When he reached to hold her, she had felt her body respond to his need…  his closeness catching her breath. such contentment, he wanted to share “all” with him.  He’d stemmed her words wanting only to pursue the moment.

She felt her hand on the wheel… the smoothness of the leather, the power of the engine as it purred along.  There was a tightness in the pit of her stomach that longed to be eased… her mind was caught in that space of time, when she so easily could have succumbed to the melting passion that balanced so precariously on the brink of her consciousness.

Somehow she had pulled away, she needed more… words were part of who she was, she was fine on her own, she liked having the bed to herself at night.  Over time she had learned that she could not live in a world void of “‘words”.

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To experience life we must venture beyond our horizons and explore the unknown… in transcending boundaries, we find oneness with the Universe.

The words, pictures and thoughts are mine alone.Q

Namaste    – Oyashikiri

 

 

Warm embrace

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The warmth of the summer sun.

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Words can comfort, but give someone a real hug today!

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Give someone a real hug today – share the love!

Oyashikiri

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Do you glance or do you read?

Good morning everyone..  earlier this week I received my PL Newsletter from Rev. Goto on New York.  In it, he has shared with us an article by Rev Toshio Suzuki*  His article began with a sentence that I read and re-read several times thinking that there was a typo.  It took a couple of readings and then going on and reading the next two sentences before what he was saying sunk in.  I am guilty myself at times of thinking I’m reading, but in fact my eyes are scanning and the brain is taking in what it is reading, but NOT necessarily  assimilating the information the way it is intended.

His opening paragraph is as follows.  Conviction and Faith, by Rev. Toshio Suzuki … If you want to see the truth of your faith, you should try to practice it very doubtfully,like “is it really true or not?”  Then you will come to the conclusion.  There is nothing more useless than neither doubting nor  believing.   To read more of what is said, please contact Rev. Goto in our New York church for a copy of this PL Newsletter.  His e-mail is goppoy@icloud.com   If you are in the NY area  (718)-424-8815.

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While researching for a previous blog I found several interpretations or versions if you will of a photograph of the Mad Hatter as played by Johnny Depp. This is the one that struck me the most, and I went back to find it to use it today.  Since the picture had no explanation, as to how or why it was coloured the way it was, I can’t pass that information on to you.  I could only view it and  enjoy it from my perspective.  Most pictures I saw were in shades of black and white.  Like Rev. T.Suzuki’s words, this picture had arrested me in my search by making a statement that connected with something inside me.  I wanted more.  I really looked at it closely, the shading, the lace, the fingerless,frayed gloves, bandaged thumb,  the assorted pieces of accessories, everything.  All of the costume was very artfully pulled together to draw and capture the viewer’s attention.  When we are visual, which I am, the picture shouted at me, and I responded.  Words,are not as visual, they are a group of letters that come together to form a word.  We must read the words not necessarily by themselves, but with the words that come before and after them to really understand the intent of the writer.

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Sunshine Blessings to you on this 22nd day of April.  Oyashikiri

remember, we can all look at the same picture , read the same words, and come away with our very own story-line.

 

* Rev.Toshio Suzuki former principal of PL Elementary School, Japan  (40Years)

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Isolation

X @ inspire park_001After reading what another blogger had shared with me via her blog, I meditated on what she said, and what others wrote.  Topic was that of isolation, Isolation brings to mind a couple of adjectives   When I was in hospital once, due to the physical  symptoms  my body was having after eating at a restaurant I was placed in isolation, (quarantine).  This meant that I was set apart from others on the floor, but I was not alone, although the walls around me meant I didn’t get to see anyone else on the floor, I knew there were other patients on the ward.  I was never really alone either because there was always  a nurse or technician hovering or doing something to me or around me.

When I traveled during the time in my life when I was going to various places on work, or assignments,, I did so on my own. Stayed in cities where I knew no one. In theory I was alone, yet I was always surrounded by people, so is that alone?  When speaking at a large gathering, addressing an auditorium full of people, I would stand alone at the podium, that was not isolation, but I was apart from the crowd.  Words and perspectives are interesting aren’t they. In my friend’s case she was talking about her life and family, and her first hand experience with the world of autism.  Please see  the following link to read Ann’s blog  autism. http://annkilter.com/2014/03/05/battling-isolation/

Some of us make the choice to live in seclusion, or to be private, other times the Universe, places us in situations where the isolation is not of our own making, still we are here for a reason, the key to understanding and achieving is to “listen” “learn” and take the next step,   There is a time for action and a time for rest. We are NEVER alone, we may choose to think we are, but ALWAYS we are connected to the GOD/Tao .  GOD is LIFE.

!cid_2_1770918552@web160903_mail_bf1_yahooYou may not know the person walking beside you, or coming towards you, but he/she is walking here on earth for a purpose, you may be different, but you are still part of Nature.  Whatever your reality, someone else is sharing it with you.  Reach out and touch someone today, say I love you and enjoying how good it feels.  S M I L E   its catching!!!!     Blessings today, tomorrow and always.    Oyashikiri

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Beautiful Words Make for a Beautiful Soul.

PL teaching for day 27 >

Let’s choose to use words that are kind, polite and courteous.  Kind words will bring about a kind heart.  Beautiful Words Make for a Beautiful Soul.

Often when I look around, I see people engrossed in their electronic gadgets, intent on receiving or sending a message.  I saw one woman pushing a stroller with one hand while holding the phone to her ear.  In the dress shop, another lady was talking away while she pulled out one garment after another to inspect.   A young man was hurrying through the mall, coffee in one hand and his iPhone in the other.  I wondered how he could text with the one hand, and still maneuver through the crowd and not bump into something.

If we are constantly tied to a phone, when do we allow the mind/brain to chill?  If taking a walk through the park, we are distracted  having an electronic conversation, do we see the flowers? smell the fresh cut grass and lush vegetation? hear the call and singing of the birds?  A friend told me that the way her family communicates with each other is via text.  Does that mean that we no longer enjoy personal contacts/visits.  Is tea time a thing of the past?  If I’m the person on the other end of the line, are you really connecting with me, or are you shopping?  Just wondering………

Relaxation is total peace.

When you relax completely, there is total silence.

This overwhelming sense of tranquility is really what meditation is about. (mindfulness)

Neutral stillness of the mind, renews the tired soul, (regeneration)

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