Posts Tagged ‘love’

Beginning The Journey Into Spirituality

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

We are all made up as a three-part being when we come into this relative world: mind, body, and spirit. This is also known as subconscious, conscious and superconscious, or Father, Son and Holy Ghost, or whatever triad description works best for you. This article is all about reaching clarity on the subject of spirituality so we will use the term mind, body and spirit.

Our mind, body and spirit beingness is in perfect balance at birth. We are love and love surrounds us. As we venture into this relative world, we understand we are one with the source of all things. We are one with God, or Allah, or Jehovah, or whatever you wish to call the universal source. For clarity’s sake we will call the universal source God.

Mothers

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

Mothers. Much has been written about, dedicated to, analyzed, scrutinized and attributed to this pillar of our existence. Over the years, the cliché of the patient on the couch being asked “Why do you hate your mother?” has become as familiar as Toll House® cookies and Goodnight Moon.

We blame the ‘refrigerator mothers’ of the 50’s, working mothers in the 70’s, we point fingers at coddling, aloofness, guilt, rigidity, permissiveness. Mother’s it seems, have fought a losing battle over the years.

I admit, I did my share of “mother blame” through the therapy-laden decades in which I raised my children.

Sunshine, No Matter What The Weather Is (via Cobweb/3.1 Planetlab2.netlab.uky.edu)

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

Sunshine, No Matter What the Weather is
By Carine Nadel

It hadn’t been long-3 months that our home had been pet-less. First, we lost our 13 year old cat Snowy. Then we lost our 12 year old dog Lucky.

We were a family of four and my husband and I ran a home day care with a dozen kids daily but the house felt empty. We had never been without a “furry” kid.
We were heartbroken at these losses.

A Poetess On A Waiting List

Friday, March 28th, 2008

He called the receptionist and booked one room. A large room plenty of lavender orchids and four beautiful baskets of fresh fruits. A white silky blanket to cover a pure body and a fluffy pillow to carry a beautiful mind. Spacious porch where the sun never sets, no windows, no curtains, a big entrance door that never closes, no knob, no “please do not disturb” sign, a phone but no answering machine, a radio but no television, and a crib.