Gratitude -- truly felt in all its glory as gratefulness -- is a humbling, vulnerable state of being, which arises in equal measure to our capacity to be truly receptive.
Gratitude has opened me up to the beauty of life. Big time! Being able to see the sun rise, hear kids play, taste summer's first basil, smell the salty ocean air, touch someone's heart -- those are simple, profound pleasures ushering in more of what lets you thrive.
That moment, as if frozen in time, the message became exquisitely clear that no matter how else life played out -- I had been profoundly blessed.
I saw no silver lining in my mom's young death. She was 46 and I was 15. It ushered in my life, 2.0, a time when I came to view the world through catastrophe-colored lenses -- something with which I still struggle.
If you choose to learn what your consciousness is teaching you -- because it really is a choice -- and you don't want to feel like you're Bill Murray in the movie "Groundhog Day," then take note of these three ways to gain awareness and remain cool, calm, and centered no matter what happens.
The dress meant nothing. The flowers meant nothing. The place meant nothing. Marriage is not built on these things. Marriage is built on all the things that come after the wedding. It is built on the ups and the downs. It is built on the past and the present. It is built on the good and the bad.
Although the blessing of this moment is right here, too often we're not. We have more important things to do, lost in our thoughts, feelings, perce...
Every day is a day for celebration! Do you stop and reflect and feel good about all of the progress you make in life, or like most people, do you just let life pass you by without noticing?
I strongly believe everything happens for a reason. Had terminal cancer not happened to me, I would not have been able to inspire my closest friends and family to appreciate the beautiful gift of life a little more and live more appreciative and positive lives with my story.
Dissatisfaction, unchecked, is contagious. Like watered weeds, it grows until it overtakes a marriage, a workplace, or an organization. Perspective paves the way for gratitude, negotiation, and ultimately happiness.
"Dare to be naive!" I utter that phrase to myself like a mantra. I know that to be astonished by the force of life, by that mystery that keeps us striving and sometimes thriving, is probably our most important assignment.
We met during a family web chat in 2008 and started emailing each other, culminating in Joanna suggesting we get together in Britain. I was curious about why she wanted to meet me. "Because you're the most honest man I've ever met," she said.
My mom said, "I'm moving out," in the same casual voice I use to order my 7am coffee. I must have blacked out because the only thing I remember from that night is slamming a door and suddenly I'm 15 again: frustrated, emotional and dramatic.
When we, as human beings, are first conceived in the womb, we have over 100 trillion cells, more than all the stars in the milky way. Our eyes can distinguish roughly 10 million different colors; our system of blood vessels is over 60,000 miles long. "There are universes dancing inside your body," says life coach Kute Blackson. I couldn't agree more.
And therein lies a problem with us and our culture saturated and fixating, as it is, on celebrity: we often mistake importance for the amount of Twitter followers and Facebook "friends."
Stress used to be one of the feelings that I liked to avoid. It kept me from sleeping, seemed to lead to multiple extensions of the same worry, and, i...
Everyone has a story no matter how phenomenal their life looks, but what keeps them feeling so good are the golden nuggets they've found within it.
Now, I'm saluting Frances Myers, the teacher that made the difference for me, in the hopes that her granddaughters, my daughter and anyone who's a student, will appreciate all that the best of our teachers do for us.
I have lots of pals and people with whom I have a good time. True friendship, however, is a rare and precious commodity. I understand now what my mother was telling me: It is not the quantity of the people in your life; it is the quality and depth of your bond with them and theirs with you.
How long have they loved and been immersed in one another? A lifetime? I am envious of that. I didn't get that with my person I chose to I Do with. Or maybe they met on a seniors dating AP. Maybe he went to war and he asked for her hand to be married before he left, to have a photo and a ring to keep him alive while bombs flew. I wish I had asked them, their story.