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infinite-paradox:

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To dwell in the here and now does not mean you never think about the past or responsibly plan for the future. The idea is simply not to allow yourself to get lost in regrets about the past or worries about the future. If you are firmly grounded in the present moment, the past can be an object of inquiry, the object of your mindfulness and concentration. You can attain many insights by looking into the past. But you are still grounded in the present moment.

_ Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

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April 2, 2014 VIEW POST
tylerknott:

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott
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olay:

Inspiration
Amazing Things
When you’re being your best beautiful, you’re ready for anything…especially amazing things.
Artist: Karen Hurley
March 16, 2014 VIEW POST
1. My body reflects my thoughts and my thoughts are positive, strong and vibrant.
2. Every day I am growing stronger and healthier.
3. I am grateful for the lessons this illness has taught me, and having learned those lessons, I release the illness.
4. Positive thoughts heal my body
5. I radiate excellent healthy
6. My body is healthy, renewed and energetic.
7. I have all the energy and strength I need to enjoy my life.
8. I am welcoming the healing energy of light and love into my body.
9. I feel good.
10. My mind and body are one; the good thoughts in my mind influence my body in positive ways.
11. I honor the messages my body sends me.
12. I am healthy and happy.
13. I honor my body with excellent care.
14. My cells are filled with the love and light of source energy.
15.I love, respect and care for my whole self. (Loving yourself is vital to good health!)
16. I release all negative energy I have held in my body through forgiveness and gratitude.
17. As my words nurture others, so do they nurture me.
18. I am healthy and whole.
19. Exercise naturally boosts my energy levels.
20.I nurture every cell in my body with excellent nutrition.
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March 15, 2014 VIEW POST
Article from Elephant Journal. SO WORTH THE READ!

I let love into my heart slowly.
I do this primarily out of necessity. Before I did this, I let love in blindly, fiercely, and without the slightest regard toward my capacity for the force that was freely flowing into me.
This past phase of inhibition didn’t lead to a blissed-out state of love-induced euphoria, or cause my heart to swell up like a balloon and allow me to float my way through life—it left me weakened, vulnerable, and completely unaware that I was letting in all the wrong kinds of love.
The kind of love I was receiving in this state was the kind that bullied its way to my obedience, threatened its way to my faithfulness, and ultimatum-ed its way to my loyalty.
It was the kind of love that wasn’t very kind to me, but was good at making me think I was deserving of that unkindness. It was the kind that, as soon as my right foot told my left foot that it might be time to take some space, was right there to convince all three of us to forgive and stay put. And because my heart was wide open to this love, I did not second guess its fickle nature.
It often told me to ignore my instincts, trust its faulty logic and believe its nonsensical explanations. It encouraged me to go against my better judgement, put myself in compromising situations, and put my well-being on the back-burner all in its name.
The more readily I opened myself to this influx of emotion, the more dubious it became. It blurred the lines between control and compassion. Anger and physicality became synonymous with passion. Words that were intentionally cruel were instead identified as “honest.”
This wasn’t the kind of love that I had planned to let course through my veins. Some people told me that it wasn’t love it all, but I promise that it was. In retrospect, it may have been manipulative love, unhealthy love or desperate love, but a heart only knows love and not love—it needs the wisdom of the mind to shed light on love’s particular attributes.
The problem, though, is that we don’t always give our mind the time it needs to process what kind of love we are feeling. Even after love has left us with nothing but sleepless heartache, our mind is still clouded by the broken love we can’t seem to stop feeling.
So, it took a while for my mind to catch up to my confused little heart, and fill it in on all of this love’s dirty little secrets. Still, when the next love came along and even the one after that, I was so hopeful that each would be a better love than the last that I forgot to take the time to listen to my mind before letting it in.
I continued to let all of this love pour into me, not for a second thinking that I might be shutting out the most important love there is—my own.
We are often so enamored by the idea of being loved, by that idealized gravitational pull two people have toward one another that no trial or tribulation can throw off course, that we forget how dangerous that kind of love of can be when our hearts have not yet learned balance, moderation, or how to beat solely for itself.
There is nothing wrong with accepting love freely and fervently, I just had one crucial detail backwards: it is our own love that we should accept in that way, not the love of others.
Understandably, this mindset can be easily misunderstood. It can come across as closed off, an unwillingness to connect, at times even cold.
It can give the impression that I am opposed to letting any love in at all, that I am bitter and begrudged, or that I don’t fully support sharing each beautiful beat of your heart with another beautiful, beating heart.
But really, it is just the opposite. I am so inclined toward love, so naturally willing to be a vessel for the feelings of others, that I forget entirely how to feel and love myself at the same time.
So, I let love into my heart slowly. And in doing so have learned little by little, everyday, how to accept my own love in ways that are foreign and strange and still largely inconsistent.
It’s an imperfect place, this heart of mine, but if there is one piece of advice it can offer the world, it is this: if there is ever a love that you accept blindly, fiercely, and without regard toward your capacity for its force, make it your love for yourself. 
That other love, other’s love, will follow suit.
March 14, 2014 VIEW POST
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olay:

Inspiration
Of All the Things You Choose…
…don’t forget to choose to shine.
Artist: Karen Hurley
March 14, 2014 VIEW POST