The grudge you hold on to is like a hot coal that you intend to throw at somebody else, but you're the one who gets burned. ~ The Buddha
"My neighbour's husband left her twenty years ago, and she refuses to get over it. I can't tell you how many times I had to listen to her stories of what a complete jerk he was. The sad thing is that she is right; he was a jerk, and what he did and how he did it was mean, completely insensitive, and cruel. I know because he told me. He also told me that he tried to tell her the same thing many times, to acknowledge his wrongdoing and to seek her apology, but he finally gave up because she doesn't want to hear it. She think it's just him trying to be forgiven, and she isn't about to forgive him. The irony is that she thinkgs forgiveness will 'let him off the hook', but she's the one that's still hooked. He remarried andis very happy, and she has been alone and bitter for twenty years."
We often think of forgivenss as something we do for the other person, but forgiveness is really a kindness toward ourselves. A grudge is a contraction of the heart, a holding ourselves back from positive feelings. When we hold a grudge, it stands in the way of love and kindness flowing into and out of our lives.
Is there someone you need to forgive? It could be for a tiny misdeed or an immense hurt. Forgiveness is not something that can be forced - it must come from a true expansion of spirity. One way to begin is to say that you are open to the possibility of forgiving. After you sit with that for as many days or weeks as it takes, you can progress to being willing to forgive, and then to forgiveness itself.
In order to bring more love into our lives, we need to practice forgiveness; it's a way of clearing the weeds in front of our hearts so that they can open and love can flow.
*+* GoodHeartz*+*
Keep The Faithz! XD
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Teacher
Some people think that a teacher implants his own thoughts into his pupil's mind. Well, only bad teachers are like that. Good teachers aren't gardeners, they are midwives: they don't transplant their own thoughts, they help bring to birth the thoughts of their pupils have conceived. There are more ways of learning from a teacher than taking over his opinions - and one of those ways involves reflecting on his opinions and then rejecting them.
~Coffee with Aristotle
~Coffee with Aristotle
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Songs Along the Way
Some people chase forever
The gold at rainbow's end.
Some never hear a bird sing
Nor the laughter of a friend.
Some search for fields of velvet;
Not watching where they pass.
Some never see a sunrise
Nor the daisies in the grass.
They're always looking elsewhere
For some better day
When it's always right beside them
In the songs along the way.
~Joan Stephen
The gold at rainbow's end.
Some never hear a bird sing
Nor the laughter of a friend.
Some search for fields of velvet;
Not watching where they pass.
Some never see a sunrise
Nor the daisies in the grass.
They're always looking elsewhere
For some better day
When it's always right beside them
In the songs along the way.
~Joan Stephen
The World We Make
We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or cast away.
We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark's song or a lilac tree,
In a butterfly's wing, in the pale moon's rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.
We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we shot in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.
What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell,
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world - and there we live.
~Alfred Grant Walton (1887 - 1970)
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or cast away.
We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark's song or a lilac tree,
In a butterfly's wing, in the pale moon's rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.
We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we shot in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.
What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell,
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world - and there we live.
~Alfred Grant Walton (1887 - 1970)
Monday, November 2, 2009
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