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I Like Your Ponytail, A Story About Commitment
“I like your ponytail.” I said in a playful manner. “Ponytail?” he repeated in a thick French accent. There and then began the most extraordinary odyssey of my life.…
Avoid 90% of the Pesticides in Food, by Avoiding 12 Foods
Why should you care about pesticides in your food?For starters there may be as many as twenty pesticides on a single piece of fruit you eat.…
Dear Mrs. Black,It was January 1967 when this 11 year-old, frightened, little Israeli girl walked into your classroom for the first time. I had only arrived in the country two weeks before.…
With sex all around us, oozing out of our televisions, theaters, magazines, fashion, on the streets, one would think we are the most sexually informed, open and comfortable nation on the planet.”…
I’m sure by now you all have noticed the ongoing meltdown in the mortgage industry. The cause of this whole mess is a little bit complicated, rooted in both the structure of the mortgage industry, and human nature. I’ll try to explain both factors here in layman’s terms.…
Breaking old habits; Creating new Ones
We are mostly habitual beings. Webster defines habit as an acquired mode of behavior that has become nearly or completely involuntary.…
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Interdependence
The Little Angel From Colombia
By Ronit
Using One's Life
It was 1991. Colombia was still reverberating from the ongoing war between the government and the rebels. Hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians were caught in the crossfire. Many died or were injured in the process. Many others escaped their villages and homes to seek refuge and safety. With nothing on their backs, they fled to other parts of the country. Most settled on vacant hilltops where they build makeshift homes made of broken tree limbs and other debris they found in the area. In these shantytowns, as they were called, lived many elderly people. The majority of them, some in their eighty’s and ninety’s, were sick, alone and poverty stricken. Abandoned by their families and their government, these poor souls were left to fend for themselves. read more »
The Grand Canyon of Our Lives
By Ronit
as i approached the vast, spacious view of the grand canyon, i began to feel it- my heart stopped, my breathing slowed and my mind quieted- for an eternal moment, i disappeared into the Oneness of the Cosmos.
merging into the river of Spirit, the river of creation, i became the source of it all. i was the sky, i was the sun, i was the earth, i was the rain that sourced the river that created this magnificent work of art. in that eternal moment, there was no time, no space, no form. there was only a continuum of nothing and everything.
returning to my body form, my mind and my emotions, i experienced the interconnection of all that Is. i realized that there is no object or subject, no out there or in here, no life or death. There is only Spirit-- and that everyone and everything is the manifestation, the reflection, of this spirit. read more »
Imaginal Musings
Celebrating Letting it Go
By reli4nt
Think about what would happen if you lost everything you had. How much of it would you not even want back? How much of it is just crap or has become crap over the years?
What is discardia?
Discardia is a floating holiday created by Dinah Sanders that celebrates using less, and getting rid of the things that don't provide our lives with value -- from relationships to furniture; from habits to old bank statements. It celebrates letting go of what you don't need or don't want anymore. More simply, it celebrates nothing. It is a holiday with absolutely no obligations and no need for stress. On discardia you can simply "decide that you won't buy anything or bring anything into your home and that you will instead just enjoy the fact that you have enough." read more »
Dear Kind Soul
By Ronit
Dear Kind Soul,
It was a striking, sunny, spring Sunday afternoon. The air was crisp and dry. A light wind was softly brushing by the sea of people milling about on the steps of the Metropolitan museum. There was a sense of burgeoning joy and wonderment, as if we were all experiencing life for the first time. As I stood at the top of the stairs waiting to meet my girlfriend Marlene, a rush of alertness coursed through my being. I could feel each sense of my body come to attention; the fresh, sweet smell of budding trees and flowers; the gentle caress of the ever so perceptible wind against my body; the bright, radiating sunlight illuminating everything it touched, beckoning its inner beauty to manifest; the cacophony of conversations, children’s gleeful cries, cars passing, trees rustling, all entered my ears in symphonic concert. I tasted its entirety. read more »