Friday, October 26, 2012

An Uncomfortable Life

Are you willing to be uncomfortable in order to achieve your aspirations?

Take on a new attitude. Call a person you've never met and ask them to help you.

Spend the entire day by yourself because you are your own best friend. Go to a party where you know no one but the host. Make a presentation on a topic you don’t know much about.

Tell someone you love them and wait for their answer. Say “yes" when you really want to say “no.”

Take the plunge, and you will find yourself luxuriating in the warm waters of personal success.

P.S. Join me at a study supper, Moving into Gratitude, on Sunday, November 18, at 4:30 p.m. at the home of Dr. Paul and Nikki Rhodes in Dupont Circle. Contact me by email for more information.

Friday, October 19, 2012

A Responsible Soul

Rabbi Hillel the Elder used to say: If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
The individual is responsible for raising his/her consciousness.

Only you can arouse your soul to achieve higher vibrations.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Let the Peace Come

Let the peace come without resistance or confusion
Like the rainbow that uncovers the clouds
We want clarity and contour in our lives.

Let the peace come without palpable precipitation
And without the willful winds that scatter the fallen leaves of autumn.

Let the peace come with bling and bangles
With sparkles and sprinkles
Like a large cupcake.

The calm cascades into the tangy taste of peace.
Claim it. Name it. It is our provision for life.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The Crying Spell

What do you do when you see someone crying?

You have only two choices.

Pretend that they are not disturbing your inner peace.

Engage and redirect their tears.

The pregnant lady bound in a wheelchair entered the elevator sobbing. As her tears were seen cascading down her high cheekbones, four adults, plus the hospital escort who stood behind her, ignored her outbursts.

I brushed my leg against the pregnant patient in this cramped compartment.

My anxiety soared so I touched her swollen hand.

“Is this your first child?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she answered in between her ominous outcries.

“It is going to be okay,” I reassure her. “What is your name?”

“Rita,” she sighed in staccato.

“Beautiful, Rita. Breathe in slowly. Breathe out slowly. Slow down. Breathe with me.”

I took her hands and repeated my mantra, “It is going to be okay.”

Rita’s breathing and crying spell slowed to a halt.

The young female hospital escort remained paralyzed in thought and action.

“I need to go now," I said as the elevator arrived at my destination. I turned around and saw Rita looking back at me with a soft smile.

I took a deep breath for Rita and all the Ritas who cry in public spaces.

What do you do when you see someone crying?

There is only one right answer.