Each of you has the potential to tune into the frequency of your own inner voice and then to choose to listen. The “you” that I mention throughout this piece is universal, though the interpretation and plan of action that concludes this post is specific to me and to my life’s path. However, all of us may come to know who we are by accessing our inner Light.
Why are we so often hesitant to implement approaches to leadership that originate from the heart?
Have you ever felt as though you are passively watching your life rather than participating in it? Have you caught yourself looking for the “hidden cameras” of what must be the hit, new reality TV sensation and not your actual “real” experience?
If your neck is now slightly sore from unconsciously nodding to these two queries, rest assured kind reader: You are not alone.
On this day of remembrance for an integral “influencer” who encouraged all of us to “dream” about the possibility of peace, I hope this post will inspire you to have faith that a peaceful possibility to any situation in your life is just around the corner.
Why does it require someone lying on his or her “deathbed” in order for us to be willing to forgive, apologize or say, “I love you?” Can you imagine what your overall life and relationships would be like if you interacted with everyone as though it was the last encounter between you and them?
Why is it that in the very end we immediately think back to the beginning? What is it about wrapping things up that piques our interest to revisit the past? 2014 was a year of so many endings and their correlated new starts.
When it comes to relationships with others and with ourself any sort of ending sparks a renewed focus upon how it all came to be.
One year. 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds…and yet, a certain tiny tick of time seems forever frozen. Why does it seem like only yesterday that my world stopped for a full instant?
Let’s all think back to the beloved holiday tale of redemption, Dr Seuss’ How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Why do we love this story? What about it entices us to revisit it even when childhood is a distant memory?
An amazing and kind friend inspired me to create this simple ”Kindfulness” practice exercise.
After sharing with a few clients and receiving much praise, here it is as a gift to all of you. Please feel free to share with anyone in need of a gentle lift in his or her spirit.
Why do we discount overtures to connect via the Internet as not worthy to receive our basic social graces? Have we become so jaded by the once-intoxicating lure of the Web to revolutionize how we form relationships that we now turn an apathetic eye away from genuine gestures of friendship?
Kindness-in-action! My grandmother is being honored posthumously for her selfless, brave choice to help Jewish men and women escape the horrors of the Nazis during #WWII.
As a young, single mother with a fourth-grade education in the poorest neighborhood of Budapest, Hungary, my grandmother did what others with much greater means would not. She risked everything to help others because she knew no other way to be except, to be #kind.
My father Les Besser (pictured with my grandma) will accept the award on her behalf in San Francisco. Congratulations, Namama. I’m sure your wings grew an extra size when they announced the great news.
Love your proud granddaughter, Nancika