This was an eye opener for me. I’m not even sure if I would even think to list myself! Coffee would take precedence over me. I’d list friends and family, because to love oneself would be too selfish. And yet, if you don’t know how to give yourself love, how can you truly give it to others?
Beautiful words by one of my yoga teachers. Give it a go. It’s so simple, yet so powerful.
“REALIZE that you are everything and everything is you. Your enemy is you. Your annoying coworker is you. The person you admire most is you. The tree is you.
When you look in the eyes of a dog, you are looking into your own eyes.
When you hear the birds chirp, you are hearing your own voice.
When you hug a loved one, you are hugging yourself.
Understanding this concept brings supreme peace and tolerance. When everyone REALIZES (makes it real, not just a thought) this there will be no more hate, violence, greed, etc. We will treat others the way we would like to be treated because we ARE the others.” – Lee Gaines
Don’t just do it with people you like or are neutral about. Practice it with people who irk you for one reason or another. You will discover different versions of you: the weightlifter, the bike rider, the drop dead gorgeous, the teacher, the child, the homeless, and you can’t help but smile at them. It inspires a sense of inclusivity and compassion.
Peace and Happy Monday.
I’ve been doing a version of this very recently. As a firstborn and driven gal, I live with a lot of SHOULDs. Instead of going with the shoulder-drooping should do’s, I have started doing little things that lead to chin-up-shoulders-back-YES feeling. I then take my next step from this place.
The ultimate goal is through respecting small wishes you gain momentum and courage to fulfill your bigger wishes.
Here’s to living from a place of YES y’all.
Cheers and happy Monday.
From Aileen who blogs here: http://www.athomeinlove.com/thoughts-for-a-thursday-3/:
‘Today I wanted to share another quote that has been inspiring me lately: “Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.” I’d also say don’t let tomorrow use up too much of today. It’s so easy to reminisce on (or regret) the past, and to dream (or worry) about the future. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of that, but don’t forget to live in the present! Whether yesterday was cry-yourself-asleep-horrible or the best day of your life, you’ve got to move forward! And while it’s great to have goals and plans for the future, don’t spend your whole life wishing for more. I saw another quote that really speaks to that: “People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, and all life for happiness.” I don’t want to live that way! My life isn’t perfect, but I don’t want to miss any of it. Regardless of how great the past was or the future may be, I want to live each “today” to the fullest’
I originally intended to only include the last paragraph (which I have italicized here), but thought it might be fun to give context. Enjoy.
Etgar Keret: On his father’s unusual bedtime stories:
My father was very charismatic and a very good storyteller but he couldn’t invent anything so he would tell me stories about things that had just happened. And these stories would be amazing and there was sometimes violence in them, many extreme things, but at the same time, they were full of love for mankind and even the people who would do those extreme things, you would still understand them and like them. The protagonist in those stories, they would always be prostitutes and mafia guys and drunk people.
As a 5-year-old I asked my father, “What’s a prostitute?” He said to me, “A prostitute is somebody who makes a living by listening to other people’s problems.” I asked him, “What’s a mafia guy?” He says, “A mafia guy is like a landlord but he collects money from houses that he doesn’t own.” And I asked him “What’s a drunk person?” He said, “It’s somebody who has a physical condition that the more liquids he drinks, the happier he becomes,” and at that stage I couldn’t really decide if when I grow up I want to become a drunk prostitute or a drunk mafia guy, but options seemed very attractive.
When I became 10 or 11 I understood that something was really wrong about the stories that my father had told me and I kind of confronted him about it and my father apologetically said to me, “Listen, when I wanted to tell you stories my first instinct would be to tell you stories from my childhood, but what kind of stories would I tell you? How the Nazis caught my kid sister and tortured her to death but she would still not tell where I was hiding? Or how we spent more than 600 days in a hole in the ground being afraid that we would be discovered and killed?” …
Those stories, for me, were always the model for the function of stories and storytelling in our lives — the idea is that you kind of look reality straight in the face, it doesn’t matter how ugly it is, and you try to find humanity in it, you try to find beauty in it, you try to find hope in it. So you can’t beautify it, but at the same time, you should find these tiny things that you know that would make sometimes very violent and unhappy occasions still human and emotional.
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