Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Timeless Ways to be Happy

Some of us see the glass as being half-full and others see the glass as half-empty. The next time you are caught in traffic, begin thinking how nice it is to have a few moments to reflect on the day, focus on a problem you have been trying to solve, or brainstorm on your next big idea. The next time you get in the slow line at the grocery store, take the opportunity to pick up a tabloid magazine and do some “guilty pleasure” reading. Take all that life throws out you and reframe it with what’s right about the situation. At the end of the day, you will more content, at peace and happy. Take the time to begin to notice what’s right and see the world change in front of your eyes.
How many times do you say the words “thank you,” in a day? How many times do you hear these same words? If you are doing the first thing, saying the “thank yous,” the latter will naturally happen. Learn to be grateful and you will be open to receive an abundance of joy and happiness.










Thursday, August 27, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Quotes
The world is filled with Beauty that goes unnoticed. Much of it lies like a newly seeded field within the depths of each Heart, waiting for the sun to shine and the rain to come in order to grow and flourish.
Each of us has a destiny to fulfill that represents the deepest longing of our soul. Embrace this longing. Let it wind its way through your Heart. For the end of longing is the accomplishment of peace, and the gift of longing is the deepening of LOVE.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Why Women Cry
One day, a young boy asked his Mom. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's okay."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he put in a call to God.
When God got back to him, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God answered,
"When I made woman, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times will come,
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatigue, without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her badly.
She has the very special power
to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults,
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurt his wife
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly.
For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is her's to use whenever needed and is her only weakness."
"When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her
and all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
you will have made her heart feel good."
"She is special!"
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's okay."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he put in a call to God.
When God got back to him, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God answered,
"When I made woman, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times will come,
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatigue, without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her badly.
She has the very special power
to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults,
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurt his wife
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly.
For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is her's to use whenever needed and is her only weakness."
"When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her
and all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
you will have made her heart feel good."
"She is special!"
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Missing Brick
Once, when I and my wife were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.
“There’s one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,’ she said. ‘I’m sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.”
On the one hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.
“Just buy another brick," wrote my wife. And so the did, and thus stuck to the original design.
That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.
“There’s one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,’ she said. ‘I’m sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.”
On the one hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.
“Just buy another brick," wrote my wife. And so the did, and thus stuck to the original design.
That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Alone On The Road
When things get hard, let us not forget that - independent of race, color, social situation, beliefs, or culture - everyone has experienced exactly the same. A lovely prayer written by the Egyptian Sufi Master Dhu'l-Nun (d. AD 861) neatly sums up the attitude one needs to adopt at such times:

O God, I also recognize You in the difficulties I am experiencing now. God, let Your satisfaction be my satisfaction, and let me be Your joy, the joy that a Father takes in his child. And let me remember You with calmness and determination, even when it is hard for me to say: I love You.

O God, when I listen to the voices of the animals, to the sound of the trees, the murmur of the water, the singing of the birds, to the rushing of the wind or to the rumble of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, supreme knowledge, supreme wisdom, supreme justice.
O God, I also recognize You in the difficulties I am experiencing now. God, let Your satisfaction be my satisfaction, and let me be Your joy, the joy that a Father takes in his child. And let me remember You with calmness and determination, even when it is hard for me to say: I love You.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Many Lives, Many Masters
"Patience and timing . . . everything comes when it must come. A life cannot be rushed, cannot be worked on a schedule as so many people want it to be. We must accept what comes to us at a given time, and not ask for more. But life is endless, so we never die; we were never really born. We just pass through different phases. There is no end. Humans have many dimensions. But time is not as we see time, but rather in lessons that are learned".
A wisdom by one of the Masters through Catherine. This wisdom is taken from the book Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Notebook
I am nothing special of this I am sure.
I am just a common man with common thoughts.
There are no monuments dedicated to me
and my name will soon be forgotten.
But I've loved another with all my heart and soul,
and to me, that has always been enough.
~Nicholas Sparks
I am just a common man with common thoughts.
There are no monuments dedicated to me
and my name will soon be forgotten.
But I've loved another with all my heart and soul,
and to me, that has always been enough.
~Nicholas Sparks
Monday, August 10, 2009
No Other Thoughts Exist
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Messages from The Masters
Live in the present, not the past or the future. The past is over; learn from it and let go. The future is not yet here. Plan for it, but do not worry. Worry only wastes your time and energy.
The Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh describes enjoying a good cup of tea. You must be in the present moment, mindful and aware, to enjoy the tea, to savor the sweet aroma, to taste the flavor, to feel the warmth of the cup. If you are ruminating about past events or worrying about the future ones, you will look down at your cup and the tea will be gone. You drank it, but you do not remember, because you were not aware.
Life is like that cup of tea.
The Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh describes enjoying a good cup of tea. You must be in the present moment, mindful and aware, to enjoy the tea, to savor the sweet aroma, to taste the flavor, to feel the warmth of the cup. If you are ruminating about past events or worrying about the future ones, you will look down at your cup and the tea will be gone. You drank it, but you do not remember, because you were not aware.
Life is like that cup of tea.
A Passage from Messages from the Masters
What is the difference in this life if you are wealthy and I am not?
Only the treasures of spirit can be retained.
What is the difference if you are powerful or famous and I am not?
Happiness has no roots in power or fame, only in love.
What is the difference if you are more liked and respected by others than I am?
Perhaps I am daring to tell and live the truth, and the truth is rarely popular.
Happiness comes from within, not from without, not from the reflection of what others think of you. Jealousy is poison to the soul.
--- Dr. Brian Weiss, MD, an eminent psychiatrist.
Only the treasures of spirit can be retained.
What is the difference if you are powerful or famous and I am not?
Happiness has no roots in power or fame, only in love.
What is the difference if you are more liked and respected by others than I am?
Perhaps I am daring to tell and live the truth, and the truth is rarely popular.
Happiness comes from within, not from without, not from the reflection of what others think of you. Jealousy is poison to the soul.
--- Dr. Brian Weiss, MD, an eminent psychiatrist.