Many years ago I heard a story
about a letter Abraham Lincoln
had written to one of his generals
at some point during the Civil War.
From what I recall, the general had
been hesitant at a time when
immediate decisive action was
needed to achieve a victory,
and because of his delays and
decisions a defeat seemed eminent.… —-> Continue…
Sometimes it takes a tragedy to cause us
to take hold of our lives and create triumph.
From the rumble of toppled buildings
to crushed & shattered dreams and hopes;
where we go from here all starts at a beginning.
Do we rebuild from rubble with the same anger,
greed, hate and self centered agenda that brought
them down – brought Us down – in the first place?… —-> Continue…
I’d like you to take a moment and recall your favorite Christmas ever.
Just hang out there for bit – no rush to get away;
see it… hear it… smell it… taste it…
Be there in every way.
Be present to the joy, happiness, gratitude, peace, and love.… —-> Continue…
That we so often see more of the “proof”
that says “not worthy” rather than the reality
and Truth that we ARE abundantly worthy
can be such a tug of war in belief.
We want to believe we can have it all -
that the desires and wants of our heart mind and soul
will be beyond fulfilled… yet our mind plays tricks, and gives us
all too believable evidence that we will never have it.… —-> Continue…
I just saw a T-Shirt that said;
“SEEK DISCOMFORT”.
In our lifetime, and generations prior, we have
been sold a bill of goods that tells us we ought to
seek comfort, pursue pleasures, and embrace familiarity.
We’ve been conditioned to think that the “Good things in Life”
are to be found within the familiar (Go with what you know!),
what’s comfortable (Easy does it!), and pleasurable
(Do what makes you feel happy!).… —-> Continue…
The scars of our life
are the score of our living -
evidence that we have risen
from the shadows and fought.
We may not win every battle,
and we will falter, fall, and even fail
in our advances and endeavors.… —-> Continue…
Shortly after we sat down on the plane I could feel it, and I knew I had
about a minute before my nice white shirt would soon be splattered red.
Nosebleed. Great. I didn’t plan for that. No napkins, no tissue… No time.… —-> Continue…
