I was immediately drawn to the title of this post and enjoyed it so much I had to share it with you. ❤
“Our temptation is to reduce people to one story. People are considerably more complex than a single story could ever convey.”
I’ve been doing a lot of reading on dualistic thinking and how it limits us, so when I came across Val’s post yesterday, I just had to share with you! ❤
When I was little, I was told how important it was to do what was “right” and not get into trouble by doing something “wrong”. Yet, as I grew up I saw that many of the rights and wrongs didn’t make sense. It all depended on the perspective and belief of the person.
When I was told that a terrorist is also a freedom fighter, depending on whose side you are on, I really got it. It opened my eyes to seeing things in a new way.
Dualistic (either/or) thinking, prevents us from seeing the whole truth.
Judging is about determining what is right or wrong, good or bad. It comes from our minds tendency to think dualistically, in terms of right or wrong. We grasp on to this to keep us feeling in control and safe. In order to maintain a stable society, religion and the law reinforce this idea.
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In lieu of a Friday Pick. ❤
Gratitude is the best attitude!
I overheard the most ordinary – yet extraordinary – conversation yesterday.
Two friends were catching up after our Yoga class. One had just returned from visiting her son and grandchildren.
“I see my grandchildren so much more than I ever thought I would,” the woman said. “It’s such an easy trip. Bradley [our Connecticut airport] is so fantastic.”
“I know!” said her friend. “Convenient parking, easy walks to the gates… we are so lucky!”
When was the last time you heard someone say something nice about AN AIRPORT????
But it’s true. We have a nice airport. And there are great airports all over the world. We can go anywhere. I did not travel the ocean in steerage to go to my business meeting in France.
I’m not saying we don’t have lots of problems with flying. But my God, we are flying.
And there are so many things…
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Please read this important post, written by friend Louise Gallagher about mental health #BellLetsTalk
I am crazy about my mental health.
Crazy about being healthy of mind, strong of body, and spirit.
I am crazy about keeping my mind focused, sharp, capable of thinking great things, capable of guiding me through each day without pulling me off track into the darkness of darkness, the sadness of sadness that blankets every thought, every word, every thing when depression hits.
I am crazy in love with being free of thoughts that would drag me down into the swamp of believing the only way out of life is death. Death is part of life, but it is not the all of life. and that’s what depression would have me believe.
I am not depressed.
I do not suffer from depression.
I had a big encounter with it. Once. I was in a relationship that was almost killing me. I wanted to die. I thought about ways…
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In lieu of my usual Friday Pick, I am re-blogging Jennifer’s post as a reminder to myself how beautiful, wise and kind us humans can be when we want to.
From the mouths (and actions) of babes…
I’ve got lots to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day. My husband, kids, and parents are all healthy. My extended family is doing well. Simply put, we’re happy. For that, I am immensely grateful.
Today, though, I feel especially blessed, and I’d like to give a shout-out to my teachers. I’ve had some of the best. Currently, I’m in class with true professionals. Am I in graduate school? Nope, elementary school–fourth grade to be exact. My teachers range in age from five to ten years old.
In a world filled with hate and division, what do a bunch of children have to teach us? On Tuesday, when our amazing gym teacher put on our annual Turkey Trot race at our school, I learned plenty.
In order to participate in the mile long race around our school, each child brings an entry fee of one can of food for our…
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An old friend once told me, “It’s all about the memories you create together.” He was talking about what our children will remember when they look back on their lives. Johnny won’t necessarily remember the BMX bike you bought him, but he will remember how you encouraged him that day he felt less-than, or the laughs you shared at your family gatherings.
Christmas is a bit like that for me. My memories center on the family around the tree, on the traditions we incorporated into our Christmas celebrations; and seriously – I can barely remember the gifts I got.
This year I’m excited about attending ‘A Corpus Christi Christmas’ – A concert to Benefit Oxford House Foundation of Canada, and sponsored by The Legacy Family of Companies
Having attended many Christmas concerts featuring The Corpus Christi Male Chorale in the past, I’ve grown to understand the value they bring by creating a memorable evening that brings family together.
So, this Christmas, why not immerse yourself in the rich, warm sounds of the much-loved Corpus Christi Male Chorale, together with some of Calgary’s finest guest vocalists and instrumentalists, as they present Christmas favourites, old and new, including “O, Holy Night” “Mary, Did You Know?” “The Birthday of a King” and the classic “Ave Maria” by Franz Bieble and others?
I would love to see you there. Bring your kids. Bring Grandma and Grandpa. Invite your friends. Create some Christmas memories that will stay with you and your loved ones for a lifetime.
If you live in Calgary and are interested in getting tickets, please click here for more information or call me at the office (403) 214-2046. I would love to see you there! ❤
~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~
Flyting seems to have been a necessary thing to do in a time when people could not hide behind their computer screens to take shots at people and the Housewives of (insert any city) did not yet exist.I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. 😉
Thanks for this awesome piece of history and teaching me a new OLD word Beth! ❤
Love this post and what Nancy did to make up for a moment of rudeness. ❤
I was mean yesterday.
Not mean like making someone cry, or repeating malicious gossip, or (worst of all) slapping the dog. Not mean mean.
Just a little mean. I was rude on the phone.
I heard from my doctor’s office that Medicare had my coverage screwed up. This was the first time I have used it since turning 65. And my claim was denied.
So I got on the phone with Medicare. That alone brings my blood pressure up. Not Medicare per se, or even the hold time, which was considerable. But the phone. I hate talking on the phone.
So after my required 13 minutes of hold time, listening to unpleasant music and promos for Medicare’s Facebook site (I wonder if they post pictures of kittens?), I finally got a real person and explained the issue.
While trying to explain, the dog of course was alternately barking his…
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Sometimes the best way to ‘shake it up’ a bit is to try something that you haven’t done before. As Kelly seems to say in her post there’s nothing quite as invigorating as being a bit afraid and a bit excited at the same time. When’s the last time you shook it up a bit?
I think life is best lived in the moments that make our hearts race, that cause our breath to catch.
Whether we dash into the storm without an umbrella, eat the last piece of apple pie, or jump out of a plane, decisions we make between what is daring and what is comfortable are exciting.
In those moments before we decide, before we leave what’s familiar to try something new – perhaps scary – there is a feeling of invigoration… because if you let yourself fall, when you let yourself slip, you are free in that moment; free from self-imposed boundaries, the boundaries that contain you and can hinder your growth.
I think we need more of those moments… don’t you?
See you soon! xo
Sometimes what logic dictates should happen plays out completely different and seems to make no sense at all like giving all you have and having more because of it, speaking in a lower voice to be heard, finding new hope and strength in the midst of great loss …
Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means.
~ Mary Ruefle, Remarks on Letters from Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures