Relationships are so squirmy aren’t they? Then add sex on top of it and everything just slip slides away into weirdo land. Why is that? Is it because we rush into things? Leap before we look far enough into the future to see the potential disaster up ahead? Probably.
"Are people who travel in town cars and on corporate jets different—on a psychological level—from you and me? Does the availability of luxury goods "prime" individuals to be less concerned about or considerate toward others? The answer from new research seems to be yes."
Leave the void, to create a way away.
Be yourself. Dislocate time.
Are right and wrong, just hanging there, light and dark. And is the truth like the sun being just beyond the horizon? Or is there another way to get there, something that connects us, a vehicle to reveal our interconnectedness? Let us begin.
“Let the bare feat be the last sound that they hear.” - Our Lady Peace
Come Join us June 14, 2010,as Natures Compassion returns to Pine Ridge to finish the Eco-dome's -as well as install the first Sky Stream Wind Turbine WITH and for a Lakota orphan family living below the poverty line,in the history of the Pine Ridge reservation.
The Lakota Elders told us generation's ago ,that the SOLUTION to the plight of the people would come with the WIND!
Working with the spirit world can be one of the most empowering avenues for soul growth, self-development, and spiritual fulfillment available to us as spiritual beings. This world is the true world of our nature; we are spirits having human experiences.
Along the journey of self-discovery and spiritual development, we often tend to flee dogmatic and critical belief systems and pursue more embracing and supportive communities, only to find that we are back in the same critical situation we initially fled.
Exhibiting loving-kindness and compassion is one of the most underrated methods of improving our mental well-being. But how can doing something that benefits another possibly allow me to feel better?
Eight years ago today I was a freshmen in College. Eight years ago I walked into my friends dorm room to watch the second plane hit the towers. Four and a half hours away from my home in Staten Island I watched with the same horror that every New Yorker was experiencing. In those moments I had no idea what was awaiting me and my family.
So what do I do? Stay present - be present - exist. Live. Allow. Allow. Allow. It’s OK, I must reassure myself. I must be gentle and compassionate with myself. Allow myself to blossom. Allow that intellect that does exist within me if I just allow it.
It comes up repeatedly... the whole issue surfaces over and over. Ancient and worn, it is carried in the cells of my marrow... deep in the bones. It begs the same question over and over... plaguing me with pains, physical and otherwise. Not tremendous physical pain, just gnawing aches born of carrying something for so long.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
