Serving someone is not the same as saying, "You can't do this for yourself." That's not it. Being a servant is saying, "I serve you in order to honor you." I think our society is losing track of this idea of being a servant leader by loving and honoring our neighbor.
So until we find what makes us whole as an individual -- why we were born, what in life supplies us with unstoppable joy and acceptance for why we were created -- then we can't connect in a loving open way with another person.
Twenty years working in public relations, where it has been my job to get the attention of editors and journalists for my clients, has taught me that an editor's inbox gets outrageously full. Now I am learning the art of replying.
This morning I looked at the watercolors I've been painting since August. When I painted them, I was not in my head at all, I was painting from a deeper place. I put my hand on my heart, closed my eyes, and listened.
With the right diet, recreational chew toys and regular home dental care, you may be able to reduce the frequency of professional cleanings for your pet. Dental work can be expensive, and as with any medical procedure, it carries inherent risks.
They either want to give it or don't. Does it suck when you've opened up your heart because you were led to believe this was more than a casual affair? Hell yeah! But I have to believe that there is someone out there who will finally get it, who will match my depth.
I got a speeding ticket on PCH in the summer for going 5 miles over the speed limit (first wave of judgment arises here, as every day I see crazy sports car drivers going 80mph and I was ONLY going 50mph!).
I have a master's degree in education, traveled the world, written numerous articles, have hundreds of friends and taught kids for about 15 years; however, there is one thing I haven't learned, and that is how to heal my scarred heart.