A poem that came about after writing an article on compassion. Please enjoy the simplicity in this poem and if you have time for more, there's always more: words and coffee.
Everything I do in the garden is fun. I smile a lot then. But then the next day... but then I remember, that the flowers are the custodians of the smiles I cannot make shine in the morning, and that I can collect those smiles from the garden where I left them. I wish you smiles. I wish you miracles.
Poem: Women are the mothers of the world-- the nurturers, the fixers. They want to show society that they have it together, even when they don’t. But in the comforts of their bedrooms, they cry every day. For who do they cry, and why?
Inspiration for you today. What if we stopped resisting what’s happening and put our belief in the fact that the universe is on our side? Remember that like attracts like; starts as an inside job. Remember that failure is a teacher; the straight road to success. What if we started to accept what is and embraced the questions? Let's try-- you and I.
A short poem about how we're more alike than different: the poem is complemented by an article on compassion, which offers practical examples of how we can be more accepting of each other. All these points help us to understand the characteristics of compassion. I hope you enjoy it.
Have you ever found a message in a bottle? How did it make you feel? Have you ever written one? I participated in a writing exercise and wrote a message. Today, I celebrate you and wish to send you that short message. It goes with all my heart. And as always, I wish you miracles.
What if... Compounding at 1% a day, in 365 days, we’ll be 37 times better/stronger/more blessed/kinder. Here's one way to get started: Let your hard-earned money work as an extension of you; send it out with one blessing to touch people’s life. In time, you might decide to increase that rule.