Eventually we all get old; some of us who are lucky that is. Our energy level will go down. Our eyes will loose colour, become less intense. No matter how much exercise you do, no matter how many greens you eat, no matter how positive you are- time will eventually take its toll. Your face would get covered in even more wrinkles. Your joints will get inflamed and stiff. You will have less energy and you will fall asleep easily.
Today is a good day for me to look around myself and to be thankful. Thankful for the mess - it means I have kids. Thankful for the numerous dishes I have to clean- means Im not alone. Thankful for the cleaning I have to do- it means I have roof over my head- my home. I love my life. Im in my comfort zone in my life. Thankful for all the people in my life- it means I went out to meet all of them.
In our garden we have inherited a few old trees. One is an ash tree that’s probably at least 100 years old, the other is an apple tree that was probably planted from seed soon after the house was built in the 1930’s. What’s great is that the apple tree still fruits, really big yellow and red coloured baking apples - not sure exactly what variety. However, I can tell you they make for really nice crumbles and compote in the summer.
As we grow and develop in our early childhood we develop our own perception of ourselves; the version we feel comfortable with. Or is it the version of ourselves that we don’t like, yet we don’t have enough strength to change it? We form our opinion about ourselves based on tbe opinions of our parents, teachers, friends, relatives, etc. We create responding patterns to our outside world. We create that internal image of ourselves that we carry on to be our internal mirror.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are. We are not held back by the love we didn’t receive in the past, but by the love we’re not extending in the present.
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