1. We can all say the same and feel absurdly different about it. We can say the absolute opposite and know we are speaking the same language! It is the compassion and self-compassion we are pursuing for us and those we love creating the understanding we desire!

    Feel me.

  2. " Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me
    Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me…”

  3. Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
    Natalie Standiford
  4. In the spirit of Love 

    One of those days when you are not around, when I would love to enjoy the fresh air of your thoughts and your parental love. On one of those days it is good to remind myself that it is time to pay it forward and keep on working to replace pain with gratitude:

    "Every time we think we fall, every time we dare to do something new, the continuous risk to love something or someone. “What if it does not work out?” “ Ahh and what if it does?” In between both stands a choice. Beating the unknown, uncertainties and fear is the most vulnerable state we can be in. I am slowly starting to understand that it is not facing the uncertainties itself we are fearing, yet much more whether we are surrounded by people who would support you and giving you the space, compassion, sincere butt-kicks and time to grow with it. Those who catch you while you are falling. Without it we program ourselves to be hard, tough and tell ourselves how strong we are or that we can be on our own — showing everyone what you got. In this very moment we begin to shift the purpose of love into a battle of power."


    FB

  5. Why embracing #ilovemondays!

  6. Character IS a vital lie.

  7. some numbers tell stories. such beautiful stories.

    some numbers tell stories. such beautiful stories.

  8. I just got off the phone with my mum and it’s always the same. I love her. Deeply. I pick up and then there it is: You haven’t called me in 4 days. Boom. My 27-year-old me meets my 12-year-old-me and says: So sorry, mum.I have been… WHAT??? No. I just really don’t want to. I just don’t want to feel blamed and ashamed that I didn’t. I was busy and all I could use right now is a bit of a vulnerable moment together. Checking in with each other. Asking how are you? What is happening? What are you up to? And knowing that she will then understand why I haven’t called any earlier. The moment she judges me before I even started showing where I am right now. And hell yeah - its been hard. I am not a party lover who gets drunk every week and can’t call her mum because I am too hung over. I am working my ass off to design the life I want and make sure I do the right things and right now it is a lot.

    Mum, I love you but I am 27 and with all the lovely responsibilities of paying my own bills and coming up with a life plan and doing my own groceries in the meantime and making sure my red socks don’t go with my white shirt in the washing machine I also would love to own the next phase of our relationship. You and me checking in with each other without any passive disappointment and regulations. Lets grow together and know that we both are doing our very best selves.

    Whether it is our mum, dad, siblings, chefs, friends… Set your boundaries!

    The reason why boundaries, I assume, are so damn important is because they represent the choices and priorities you currently own in your life - and do not get me wrong … those are not always the easy ones! But within every loving relationship there is this moment where we need to ask ourselves of how much we allow in… what are the voices we want to listen to and how much weight do we give it.

    Everyone, why don’t we allow ourselves to stop bing passively angry at each other because we are expecting x,y,z now and replace it with some vulnerable curiosity in the first place?

    "How are you?"
    “So far so good”
    “Oh, ok!”
    “I wanted to make sure you are ok”.
    “Thanks, Mum.”
    “What were the big things in your past week?”
    “Well…. (1…. 2….3…)”
    “I see. That seems a lot. I understand now. Thank you. I was worried,cause I haven’t heard anything but I am happy we’re speaking now.”
    “Yeah. It’s been a lot. You’re great mum. Thanks for picking up the phone and asking. Sort of all I needed right now. Could really use a hug from you :)”


    boom. What a different conversation.

    life-long re-assuring note to myself: Check-in first. Listen. Contextualize. Speak.

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  9. humansofnewyork:

I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)

    humansofnewyork:

    I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)

    Reblogged from: humansofnewyork
  10. Soul shaker. Workplace rocker. Tune in. Turn it up. Enjoy.

  11. Valley House Concept by K. Kuvika

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  12. We in the richest societies have too many calories even as we starve for beautiful, fresh food; we have overly large houses but lack spaces that truly embody our individuality and connectedness; media surround us everywhere while we starve for authentic communication. We are offered entertainment every second of the day but lack the chance to play. In the ubiquitous world of money, we hunger for all that is intimate, personal and unique.
    Charles Eisenstein
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  13. Start by admitting that greatness doesn’t come from the distraction and busywork that often fills up our lives.

    It comes from making a difference in the world.

    Now consider how you can make a difference in the lives of others. Consider your current work, which perhaps already makes a difference — how can you refocus yourself on this work? Or consider creating a side project, and carving out the time for this.

    Be the example of compassion for others around you.

    Know that it doesn’t matter if you achieve the compassionate result you set out to achieve — what matters is the intention to improve the lives of others. You can’t control the result, but you can control the intention.

    And you can show up, every day. With that intention.

    Carve out the time. Put aside everything else. Realize that this life is limited and precious and amazing, and you shouldn’t waste a minute of it.

    Pursue this compassionate work with single-minded devotion. This one thing matters, and all else can be put aside for now, unless it’s in support of your work. (Good health supports your work, including a whole-foods diet, exercise, and sleep.)

    Practice until you’re amazing.

    This compassionate work, with good-hearted intention, pursued with single-minded devotion: this is greatness.

    Zen Habit

    Beautiful writing. Action pressing. Truthful.

  14. Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
    ― Confucius
  15. Fear kills more (…) than failure ever will!
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