Beautiful thoughts makes the person beautiful ! Whenever we are able to see beyond the physical characteristics and see the reason why a person behaves the way they do , we are attuning ourselves to the divinity in and around us. Harmony beckons BRINGING PEACE , JOY AND ABUNDANCE.:)
“Sometimes we’re fractured by the choices we make; sometimes we’re shattered by things we would never have chosen. But our brokenness is also the source of our common humanity, the basis for our shared search for comfort, meaning, and healing. Our shared vulnerability and imperfection nurtures and sustains our capacity for compassion.” — Bryan Stevenson
There is something touchingly tender in every instance of humanity in action be it in thoughts words or deeds.
Our humanity makes us touch the true purpose of our being alive .
Your body mind and spirit
When in harmony
Makes life and living easy…
How you see yourself
What you feed yourself
The way you treat yourself
The way you think
Life becomes it.
Be kind with yourself as much with others
Practice self care and compassion
Self care isn’t selfish
Exercise consistently
Think well
Stay strong
Eat healthy
Practice Hygiene
Make friends
Nurture connections.
Sleep well
Take care to relax
Enjoy the journey
Live life lovingly !
Blending in If you visit a new place as a tourist Would you prefer to blend in Such that you are almost invisible… Or would you be someone Who would prefer to be noticed, For your differences And draw attention of others
Being able to blend in can often be a blessing in disguise. As you look like you have been there and are aware of their ways of life. You don’t stick out like a sore thumb. Or behave as if you are out of place. You tend to draw less attention perhaps, but there in is your safety in new locales. You are adaptable and accepting of the new culture. For some it’s really easy For some it’s truly difficult For they are by nature noticeable Whether they like it or not!
What is your take on this… Have you ever tried to blend in or stand out from the crowd
How has your experiences of traveling been so far ? Do share.
Boundless and infinite When it shines from the heart In every aspiration to breathe In every inspiration to bow in the benediction of the spirit
Transmute to transcend towards light Let go of propensities of pettiness Envelope and embrace this aura so bright Let the wisdom of light be always in conscious awareness.
And simply remember the light of the suns ray Will always show the way.
Let us all envelop ourselves with the light of a new dawn and feel the light that envelopes and embraces the world in trust &hope, in peace & faith for a better tommorow for us all.
When progress is a possibility Perfection is a fleeting moment. An idealistic illusion perhaps of what’s in the offing. There is always scope for more For no one can be perfect all the time and in everything. Growth is about progress, not perfection. As perfection is constricting, Whereas progress is liberating. Perfection may be sensed and applauded every once in a while. But it is progress which gives a confidence through continuous improvement.
True sense of balance is achieved. In aiming for perfection, but in realizing it is an unending journey of progress. In knowing while there is always more without discounting achievements.
Perfection of any kind is like the tight rope walking performer The mere fraction of second when moments seem perfectly orchestrated with no lose of Balance Glimpses of perfection are points of motivation And progress is about a never-ending journey of improvements For life goes on…
Silence reveals the truths in time Silence speaks volumes without a word Silence is the recovery period between two breaths Silence dwells in every moment waiting for acknowledgement. Silence ensures the moments of discernment when emotions rule. Silence hears the unspoken words and feels the unexpressed thoughts. Silence hones the wisdom within Respect the freedom of silence as much as the freedom for expression.
Some times as you read you pause in reflection, to ponder over the memories and to sense the meaning just one more time …
Here is one such read …
There are perhaps no days of our childhood that we lived as fully as the days we think we left behind without living at all: the days we spent with a favourite book. Everything that filled others’ days, so it seems, but that we avoided as vulgar impediments to a sacred pleasure — the game for whose sake a friend came looking for us right at the most interesting paragraph; the bothersome bee or sunbeam that forced us to look up from the book, or change position; the treats we had been forced to bring along but that we left untouched on the bench next to us while above our head the sun grew weaker in the blue sky; the dinner we had to go home for, during which we had no thought except to escape upstairs and finish, as soon as we were done, the interrupted chapter — our reading should have kept us from perceiving all that as anything other than obtrusive demands, but on the contrary, it has graven into us such happy memories of these things (memories much more valuable to us now than what we were reading with such passion at the time) that if, today, we happen to leaf through the pages of these books of the past, it is only because they are the sole calendars we have left of those bygone days, and we turn their pages in the hope of seeing reflected there the houses and lakes which are no more.
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