A young man, strong, walked alone, lost in his thoughts. As he picked his way carefully through the brush and rocks, he pondered his life, his future, his goals. Who was he? Really? What was his purpose for living? Suddenly,
As a child I was afraid of the dark. Even up into my thirties, I was careful to not extend my arms or legs (or head!) over the edge of the bed. Perhaps the big bad scary unknown would see
~~ TOUCH ~~ Interesting. For Beings who instinctively, on a deepest-down level, remember that we are ALL (each and every last “one” of us) a part of a divine organism that is beyond conception in its beauty, power, and glory…
Beginning in June, weekly two-hour small group sessions for TEENS/ young adults to learn about their Inner World, HOW to THINK and BE *HAPPY* and Self-Respecting! Available sessions: Thursday afternoons 1:00-3:00 OR Thursday evenings 6:00-8:00 Learn to consciously empower your
Again Offering (FREE): ~~ The *JOY* of Harmony RE-Parenting Seminar ~~ May 27-30, 2019 Are you Living, REALLY Living *YOUR* Life??? (Or, are you going-through-the-motions/ “existing” as you attempt to live others’ expectations of you?) Do You FEEL Radiantly Empowered?
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April 15-18, 2019. Learn to: *Truly L.O.V.E. Your Self… so that you can… Sincerely and Correctly Respect (L.O.V.E.) Others * Listen to… and Hear… the Real Real You *Become a Humane human Be-ing *Master your E-motions *Synchronize your nervous system
In yesterday’s post I promised an elaboration on my “interesting” day. Here, ’tis. 🙂 I awoke yesterday, to an unprecedented constant pain throughout my abdominal area, realizing that the pain I was feeling had been building over the last while
Last night… Last night was the fourth public presentation of my daughter Krystal’s high school performance of the musical “Mamma Mia” (Spanish for “My Mommy”). It was the third time I attended. Krystal had auditioned for a role within a
“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus; one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray.