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.
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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.
How do we really know whether that inner voice we hear is God's voice or our own? How many times do we try to solve problems in our own lives or try solving them for others, seeking a solution or a change for the better? And how many times have we failed?
Compassion-based meditation is healthy all around: within the workforce it facilitates more harmonious relationships and it supports inner calm from any life challenges that could hold you back from being fully present at work