Thursday, June 28, 2012

Let GOD


Let Them

When someone walks out of your life. Let them. There is no point in chasing after people who do not want to be chased. Don't waste your time on people who left you. Spend quality time with people who stayed with you. 

What you make of yourself and your dreams are not tied to the people who left. They are no longer a part of your future. So don't ruin your present and your future tied to the people who do not care about what happens to you. Sure, you are allowed to miss them, think of them once in awhile. But remember it is not you who gave up. It is not you who walked out. It is them. Make a choice. Take a chance or your life will never change.

Peace! :)

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Life is a Theater

Life is a theater, invite your audience carefully.
Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives.
There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.
It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationship's / friendships. 


Observe the relationships around you.
Pay attention.

Which one's lift and which one's lean?
Which one's encourage and which one's discourage?
Which one's are on a path of growth up hill and which one's are going down hill?
When you leave certain people do you feel better or worse?
Which one's always have drama or don't really understand know or appreciate you?


The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you the easier it will become for you to decide who get's to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.


You cannot change people around you but you can change the people you are around.

I cannot change people around me but I can change the people I am around:)

Monday, June 18, 2012

Becoming the Person You Were Meant to Be: Where to Start


This article was first posted on oprah.com. I loved the honesty and inspiration in it and wanted to share it on my blog.
We begin to find and be come ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be. The only problem is that there is also so much other stuff, typically fixations with how people perceive us, how to get more of the things that we think will make us happy, and with keeping our weight down. So the real issue is how do we gently stop being who we aren’t? How do we relieve ourselves of the false fronts of people-pleasing and affectation, the obsessive need for power and security, the backpack of old pain, and the psychic Spanx that keeps us smaller and contained?
Here’s how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake’s line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love.
Oh, yeah, and whenever I could, for as long as I could, I threw away the scales and the sugar.
When I was a young writer, I was talking to an old painter one day about how he came to paint his canvases. He said that he never knew what the completed picture would look like, but he could usually see one quadrant. So he’d make a stab at capturing what he saw on the canvas of his mind, and when it turned out not to be even remotely what he’d imagined, he’d paint it over with white. And each time he figured out what the painting wasn’t, he was one step closer to finding out what it was.
You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don’t think your way into becoming yourself.
I can’t tell you what your next action will be, but mine involved a full stop. I had to stop living unconsciously, as if I had all the time in the world. The love and good and the wild and the peace and creation that are you will reveal themselves, but it is harder when they have to catch up to you in roadrunner mode. So one day I did stop. I began consciously to break the rules I learned in childhood: I wasted more time, as a radical act. I stared off into space more, into the middle distance, like a cat. This is when I have my best ideas, my deepest insights. I wasted more paper, printing out instead of reading things on the computer screen. (Then I sent off more small checks to the Sierra Club.)
Every single day I try to figure out something I no longer agree to do. You get to change your mind—your parents may have accidentally forgotten to mention this to you. I cross one thing off the list of projects I mean to get done that day. I don’t know all that many things that are positively true, but I do know two things for sure: first of all, that no woman over the age of 40 should ever help anyone move, ever again, under any circumstances. You have helped enough. You can say no. No is a complete sentence. Or you might say, “I can’t help you move because of certain promises I have made to myself, but I would be glad to bring sandwiches and soda to everyone on your crew at noon.” Obviously, it is in many people’s best interest for you not to find yourself, but it only matters that it is in yours—and your back’s—and the whole world’s, to proceed.
And, secondly, you are probably going to have to deal with whatever fugitive anger still needs to be examined—it may not look like anger; it may look like compulsive dieting or bingeing or exercising or shopping. But you must find a path and a person to help you deal with that anger. It will not be a Hallmark card. It is not the yellow brick road, with lovely trees on both sides, constant sunshine, birdsong, friends. It is going to be unbelievably hard some days—like the rawness of birth, all that blood and those fluids and shouting horrible terrible things—but then there will be that wonderful child right in the middle. And that wonderful child is you, with your exact mind and butt and thighs and goofy greatness.
Dealing with your rage and grief will give you life. That is both the good news and the bad news: The solution is at hand. Wherever the great dilemma exists is where the great growth is, too. It would be very nice for nervous types like me if things were black-and-white, and you could tell where one thing ended and the next thing began, but as Einstein taught us, everything in the future and the past is right here now. There’s always something ending and something beginning. Yet in the very center is the truth of your spiritual identity: is you. Fabulous, hilarious, darling, screwed-up you. Beloved of God and of your truest deepest self, the self that is revealed when tears wash off the makeup and grime. The self that is revealed when dealing with your anger blows through all the calcification in your soul’s pipes. The self that is reflected in the love of your very best friends’ eyes. The self that is revealed in divine feminine energy, your own, Bette Midler’s, Hillary Clinton’s, Tina Fey’s, Michelle Obama’s, Mary Oliver’s. I mean, you can see that they are divine, right? Well, you are, too. I absolutely promise. I hope you have gotten sufficiently tired of hitting the snooze button; I know that what you need or need to activate in yourself will appear; I pray that your awakening comes with ease and grace, and stamina when the going gets hard. To love yourself as you are is a miracle, and to seek yourself is to have found yourself, for now. And now is all we have, and love is who we are. (Anne Lammot)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Real Friends and Fake Friends

There will always be real friends and fake friends. It is difficult to distinguish the two because both will appear the same in the beginning but so different at the end. 

But no matter what the outcome, how the friends turn out in the end, it should not stop me from making new friends. Once bitten, twice shy should not be applied to friendship. 

I feel that I should always be a real friend, always, even to those who chose to be fake. Not because they are nice but because I am.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Seriously?

If you love someone, you gotta be willing to fight for them.




Seriously? Seriously!

♪ Smile - Charlie Chaplin



Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by.

If you smile through your pain and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
For you.

Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness.
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying.
You'll find that life is still worthwhile-
If you just smile.

Shahlohm..

So Calming!

Siracusa

Insanely in Love

Maya was wondering when was the last time she felt like this. It was insane and she knew it, everyone she knew was settling into relationships which were stable, predictable and had a good future. Her friends were all dating or married to men with stable jobs and a predictable life. Past the teenage years it only made sense to look for something real and here she was, in love with a hobo. He was not like anyone she had ever met or read about. He had this amazing free spirit which she found magnetic, a desire to keep flying which only made him more appealing to her. Her senses told her he was all wrong and obsessing about him was plain stupid, but when the hell did the heart listen to the mind. They always functioned as two completely separate entities who can never reach a consensus on anything. Her best friend was moving into her new apartment with her two kids, her brother had recently moved into the suburbs with his family even her twin had moved to Paris to be with her boyfriend who she had been dating for seven year and here she was, going nuts about a guy who lived in a trailer park and would never commit to her. Maya knew she could never tie him down and she loved that about him just as much as she loved everything else about him. Strangely Maya even thought it would be the coolest thing to do move in with him in his RV. Life would be a crazy adventure with him and she wanted that, but at the back of her mind she was wondering if she would be able to sustain it. It would be like a crazy trip to Vegas but Vegas trips don't last forever and she was wondering how long this would.

Sounds familiar? 

Natasha Bedingfield - Soulmate

Forgiveness Prayer

Lord, I'm coming to You because I need to forgive him. I don't have anything to bring except all this pain and anger about what's happened. 

Lord, I don't know what to do with it all, so I'm bringing it to you and laying it at Your feet. Your Word says I have to forgive him, so I'm making the decision to do it. 

PLEASE heal me on the inside so I can let go of this. 

I pray for him, please deal with him in the way You know is best. Heal him and bless him, Lord.

Thank you Lord, for taking all this from me. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for helping him. I ask this in Jesus name.

AMEN!