So, here we are folks! I was just wondering why is it that we can’t do more? Why can’t we be more loving? Why can’t we see the good in others? Why can’t we truly see the wonders of nature, and commit to keep the world a better place? Why can’t we see more in the face of a derelict than what is there today? Why can’t we understand that Christmas is more than the amount of money we spend on a gift? Why can’t we work together, and set aside our differences? Why can’t we see the richness in others belief system, and be grateful that they are part of the diverse society we live in? Why can’t we rise above our self, and reach out to others? Why can’t we forget what we want, and think of what others need? The answer my friends is, WE CAN! Have a wonderful day, and may whoever you are, may your life be rich and full, for when your life is happy, you are more likely to turn your eyes to others. Colleen
My Cup Is Half Full.. Not Half Empty November 12, 2009
This article is written by my husband, Leland Pulley. It is from the 11/2008 Newsletter we do together. It is as important today as it was last year. Hope it uplifts your spirits!
My Cup Is Half Full, Not Half Empty
November is the month of Thanksgiving. It is a season to be grateful for the benefits and blessings that each of us have in life. It should be a time to slow down and reflect upon our lives, and what is going on in them.
My life has its ups and downs like most other people. There are things that are going well and things not going so well. There are things that have worked out for the best, as well as past mistakes that still affect me today. But the main issue here is not getting everything I want or having everything my way. It is to deal with the situations I face and the circumstances I live in, and make the best of both. How well I can do this is greatly affected by my attitude towards life itself and my ability to deal with it.
I like you do not get any benefit out of looking at things from the negative or pessimistic viewpoint. This doesn’t make anyone happy, nor create more solutions for problems, nor lead to more cooperation between people. This is what I mean by “my cup is not half empty”. In contrast “my cup is half full”. I choose to look at things from the positive or optimistic viewpoint. This makes me happier. I’m more creative in addressing problems, and have more energy to overcome obstacles in my way. This positive perspective helps me to get along better with others and be more of service to them. I feel good and have better mental health. There is more joy to life with a cup that is half full.
What I have said may sound obvious and easy. You may ask, why doesn’t everyone do this? There are many answers to this question, ranging from ignorance, to lack of hope, to being overwhelmed, to lack of a support group, to limited opportunities. But to get more personal, ask yourself, do you view your cup as half full? Do you think this way? Do you feel things this way? Do you approach daily living this way? Review your daily routines, your responsibilities, and your relationships with others. Then evaluate which attitude is predominant most of the time. Is it the more problematic half empty one, or the more successful half full one?
Believe it or not, the way you think about things and view them can either take away from your power to accomplish and succeed, or give you the strength and conviction and power to do more good for yourself and others. This is not theory, but a fact of life. Your choice is how you want to utilize this universal law, but remember the law applies to everyone.
If you’re like most people, it’s easier to be optimistic and happy with some aspects of your life and not others. Likewise you probably have other aspects of your life that are influenced by a more pessimistic viewpoint. Let’s start with this presumption and move on to some recommendations. First do a review or an inventory of your life and identify the aspects that are either on the positive side or the negative side. Then strive to keep what you have that is good and beneficial and helpful to both you and others. Maintain control over yourself and all environmental influences you can to sustain these positive things in your life. Now using your strengths and good characteristics as a base to rely on, slowly but surely began to attack the weaker and more negative and pessimistic aspects of your life. Each small thing overcome or left behind represents a victory for the “half full” side of your life and a defeat for the “half empty” side of your life. In other words, you are gaining personal power and with increased power you have more capability to work on the remaining aspects of your life. With time and effort your cup ultimately becomes more than half full and half empty. It can become 60% full and 40% empty. Over the years it can become 70% full and 30% empty. With enough time, effort, self-discipline, wise decisions, and the utilization of opportunities, your cup can become full and its contents can run over and benefit or bless not only yourself, but those who interact with you or whose lives can be affected by you in some way.
I challenge you during this Thanksgiving season to remember its purpose. Be grateful and humble and enjoy this special time of the year. Make a commitment that your cup will become more full and less empty, that your life will become better not worse. You will strive to become happier and more optimistic, despite the reality of life that not everything is under your control and there are simply things you won’t be able to avoid. But as you do live your life in the future, you can learn from the past and do better.
Enjoy all the Thanksgiving activities with your family members, friends, and associates. Let these activities be wholesome and edifying to all persons involved. In your personal life, set aside some time to reflect upon the ideas in this article and utilize them in your life. If you do this, your enjoyment of Thanksgiving next year will be even better than this year.
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Sharing With A Grateful Attitude November 12, 2009
Sharing With A Grateful Attitude
When I was growing up my Mother had a framed Norman Rockwell picture that hung in her kitchen. She had cut it from a Saturday Evening Post magazine in 1943, when she married my Dad. That picture always held a special spot in my heart. The Grandfather standing so proudly, as Grandmother set the turkey on the table, and the family looking on in anticipation. It seemed to draw me into that happy family gathering. As I got older, I learned that the name of this now famous Rockwell painting was entitled “Freedom From Want.” It carries a wonderful message during this month of Thanksgiving.
My parents were children during the great Depression. Many of the stories they told us centered around those hard times. My Great-Grandfather like many in his generation, had grown up on a farm in the Midwest. This meant when they moved into town, they still had a small chicken coop, a large garden, and a “spud cellar” to store canned goods and root crops in. To my parents this meant there may not be money, but there was food to eat.
When the depression hit, it was not uncommon to hear a knock at the back door and find someone asking for a hot meal. Many times my parents related that their meal would be decreased so their Mothers could take the person at the back door a plate of hot food. This was the way you taught your children to be thankful they had food on the table; as well as a way to help someone in need.
I thought of those times while celebrating Thanksgiving with my parents and siblings. I thought of the over full belly, and the nap after dinner which we enjoyed. There were days of leftovers. I thought how fortunate we were. We were not wealthy, but we were well cared for.
When I grew up and had my own family, I shared stories of what life was like for my parents, and their parents. I told my children about how each person has something to be thankful for in his or her life.
We live in a different time now. People have moved from farms into towns, and from small towns into cities. Most of us do not grow our own food any more, nor have a garden. Therefore, we do not appreciate the production of food and the bountiful harvest displayed in the local grocery store where we shop.
This social shift has another effect. People do not know one another as well. Families are smaller in size. Family members and friends have moved away from each other. Neighbors do not know one another. People seem more distant. Strangers are not trusted. The result is people have lost much of their social connection with one another. Their support system is weaker and less reliable. It is more difficult to ask someone for assistance.
As the economy and social structure have shifted, families are realizing that they need to re-evaluate what is really important. Some families and individuals are faring better than others. For people who appreciate what they have and have stayed more connected to others, it is not as difficult to extend their hand to others.
Today we have different ways of “opening the back door and handing a plate of our food to a stranger”. We can donate food to rescue missions and local food banks. We can help out at a crises center. We can go to a nursing home and read letters, or visit with the elderly. We can contact local volunteer organizations and give back to the community a small token of what we have received.
Another good example is the old fashioned Victory Garden. I have observed an increase in this activity. More cities and towns are allowing people who don’t have the space for a garden, to use city property. I have been to Boston where some areas have been planting their gardens since the depression. This is a great way for communities and groups of people to work together. It increases our sense of gratitude and thankfulness for the blessings we have been given.
Close to my home there is a church which has set aside a large garden area. It has the space for about thirty families. In taking a walk, I often pass by this location and see the variety of foods being raised. People work along side one another and share ideas about gardening. They grow closer to each other and come to appreciate the bounties of the earth.. This is truly a good experience for all involved.
I hope you take the time to look around you at all the things you have. I hope you’re grateful for the good meals you eat. I hope you enjoy the crisp walks on a colorful fall day. I hope you appreciate the smiles you receive from others and give smiles back in return. I hope you find the time to do something for those around you. Just something to think about. Until later… Colleen
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Sharing Is A Win-Win Strategy For Everyone November 12, 2009
Things To Consider Today
This article was written by my husband, Leland Pulley. I took it from the 11/2009 Newsletter we do together. I have a link to the NEWSLETTER on the Homepage. Enjoy!
Sharing Is A Win-Win Strategy For Everyone
People need to open up to one another and share their thoughts and feelings. They can share their time and energy. When this is done, no one is left alone to do everything for himself. Individuals can draw upon their own resources, as well as the resources of others, to do what should be done in order to meet individual or group needs.
First consider the tremendous amount of help and assistance that you can receive from others. You have concerns and problems, as well as burdens you’re carrying. There are challenges facing you and goals to meet. With the help and encouragement of others, you’re far more likely to address these things in an acceptable manner and be victorious in the end. You will be able to think and act smarter, and achieve more. You will address your concerns, and solve your problems. Your burdens will be lighter. You will meet the challenges facing you. You will be more successful in reaching your goals.
Just as others can help you, you can help them. By giving of yourself to others, you not only help them, but help yourself in the process. You learn and grow mentally and spiritually. You become a better person. This occurs whenever service is rendered with the right attitude and in an appropriate way.
In a similar way people can share their happy occasions and moments of joy. This is appreciated by all of us. People can share their hopes and dreams. You can help them reach for these things and obtain them. Such success stories offer encouragement to everyone involved. Conversely others can do these same things for you.
One of the main reasons that sharing works is because it is spiritual in nature. It involves giving of yourself to help others. It strengthens relationships and increases love.
Another reason sharing works is because it involves teamwork. Others can think of things you cannot. They have knowledge and skills you don’t have. More than one person working on anything produces more results than working alone, assuming there is good communication and cooperation between all persons involved.
Sharing depends upon humility. You must face reality and be honest with yourself. If you have a problem, admit it. If you need help, don’t be afraid to ask for it. This allows you to open up and admit others into your life. They can then help you address the issue or concern that you have.
Sometimes people will keep secrets because they don’t want others to know the full truth about them. They may be embarrassed or feel guilty. In the long run this only works against you. First it gives a false impression to others about you. It allows you to rationalize and try to justify what you’re doing, when you’re not really justified. It blocks you from sharing what you should and getting the help you need. Secrets don’t help you to face the truth and find solutions.
Another thing associated with sharing is pride. Not only do people not want to admit their mistakes and weaknesses, but they don’t want to ask for help. Their first response is to try to do everything for themselves. In some cases this works, but in many cases it doesn’t produce as good of results. In a few cases it leads to failure. Pride gives you a feeling of too much independence and a sense of false security. Then when something serious does occur, you find out that you don’t have the strength to solve the issue alone. Beside this, you now lack friends or a support group to help you. Under these conditions, who is even going to know that you need help? And if so, who is going to feel sorry for you or be empathetic? Who is going to step in and help you? The answer is usually no one.
It is so easy today for many people to get wrapped up in their own concerns amid their busy schedules and important personal priorities. It is hard to get them to think more about others and what they can do to help another person. This is one of the main reasons there is a lack of ties between so many people in society. There are not enough good friendships, nor good neighbors. Extended families hardly know one another, and even in the immediate family there can be strife and lack of teamwork. Sharing should be a personal value and get its share of time and effort in our lives.
We all benefit from mutual sharing. We get to know one another better and develop stronger relationships. We love more and are loved in return. We learn more from each other and solve problems easier. We are able to share both the good times and the bad times. As each of us walk down the road of our individual lives, we make more progress when there is sharing between us, and we are happier alone the way. It is a win-win strategy for everyone.
Consider the last time you shared something with another person. How much do others share with you, and what do they share with you? As you ponder these things, several experiences should come to your mind. Examine them carefully and they’ll reveal a lot about you. Are you or are you not a sharing individual? If you aren’t, change your ways and become more of a sharing person in the future. You will never regret this type of positive change in your life. Others who are influence by you will be grateful for it too.
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Appreciation For What You Have In Life November 12, 2009
Appreciation For What You Have In Life
I was talking with a young man the other day. He was cynical way beyond his mere nineteen years. He stood looking at me defiantly, as I asked him if he wanted to hold his son, Benjamin. His hands dug deeper into his baggy jeans pockets, and he shook his head “No”.
There were two friends who had come with Dad. I had ridden up the elevator with them, as an anonymous unknown. I listened to their snickered comments about what Daddy’s present pregnant girl friend was going to think when she found out. One poked Dad and in a joking way said’ “Yeah, but if one gives you crap, you can always go to the other to get a little honey. You know, play it. man.” At that point I exited the elevator.
The elevator doors closed and I knew that somewhere on the next floor up, some young fifteen year old, who didn’t have a clue what being a Mother entailed, had just joined the ranks of that oldest of callings. I felt disheartened to think of what the end results were going to be for this family group.
The elevator experience was the first encounter I had with this family.
Once I got to the intensive care unit I was introduced to the youngest member of this “family”, a cute little fellow with thick curly hair, swaddled tightly, to keep him from scratching his eyes out, screeching at the top of his lungs. His nurse had just given him his dose of morphine, and it would be about twenty minutes before he would get some relief for the withdrawals he was going through.
If my encounter in the elevator was disheartening, meeting Mom took my spirits down a few levels lower. At fifteen, Mom had advanced in her drug career at an above average rate. From “huffing” inhalants, “Sniffing” glue, smoking pot, using heroin and when she couldn’t afford that resorting to cheap, and easy to get meth. She’d had her first STD by the time she was thirteen. Her first abortion by fourteen, done her first trick for drugs a week before her fourteenth birthday, and had finally arrived here, looking at her first child going through withdrawals.
Trying to remain professional and non judgmental is not easy, even if you have been in nursing as long as I have. Yes, there is anger at the mother. Anger at the Father. Anger at the drug dealer. Anger at the Drug cartel. Anger at a system that is so accommodating to a parent that brings an innocent Benjamin into the world as a drug baby.
A few months after Benjamin went home with his parents, we learned that he died in a fire. His parents had set the fire while they were high on drugs. Anger and bitterness is what was felt when they were charged with negligent homicide instead of murder in the first degree. They didn’t get life, they got prison for three to five years, then they’d be up for parole. Life just doesn’t seem fair, does it?
So, when you get the urge to think life is REALLY overwhelming, think of little Benjamin. Most of us never realize just how much we have to be grateful for in our own lives. We walk through life and enjoy our friends and family. We watch the changing of the seasons. We are given much, and we can give much.
My last words are these, embrace every moment you have, and don’t ever forget the debt of gratitude you owe for the life you have. Just something to think about. Until later…Colleen
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What I Love About Being A Grandmother September 26, 2009
I love baking with the Grandchildren! I Love doing art projects, I love collecting leaves! I Love taking walks! I love sunsets! I LOVE the ocean!! Ilove snow! I love reading a good book! I love soaking in a jacuzzi! I love rainy days! I love holidays! I love the smell of Fall! I love seeing my Grandchildren grow! I love life!
The Beaded Bracelet September 15, 2009
Around my stethoscope hangs a small dull beaded bracelet. It has been there for six years. I was given the bracelet by a little girl who lost her battle with cancer. Whenever I look at the dull beads I am reminded of Alexanne, and what she brought into my life.
I cared for Alexanne over a two year period of time. I saw her loose a kidney, have her leg amputated, and held the bucket when she threw up after her chemotherapy. I was there for her blood transfusions, I was there when she stood looking out of the window when her white blood cell count made us place her in isolation. I was there during it all. I was there when she finally couldn’t fight anymore, and took off the bracelet and told me take care of it. I was there when she died, and I was the one who took the red balloons from her room and released them, as the rising sun streaked the sky in pinks and golds. I stood there and watched the balloons as they drifted higher and higher until I couldn’t see them anymore. I thought of how Alexanne told me she was going to be in charge of the snow, because she wanted everyone to be able to lay in the snow and make snow angels.
the last night of her life I curled up on the bed with her, and told the unresponsive girl in my lap, the story of Cinderella. I knew that this was Alexanne’s favorite story, and this night I read it, knowing would probably be the last time she would heard it from me. I told about the wicked step sisters tearing her gown, and how they laughed as they went off to the Ball. I told of the fairy godmother who created a coach from a pumpkin and coachmen from mice.Then I told Alexanne that the fairy godmother touched Cinderella’s dress and it turned into a beautiful blue gown with matching blue shoes.
I paused the story as a weak nudge and a tiny whisper came from Alexanne. I leaned in and a little voice said, “The dress is red.” Iforgot that Alexanne’s favorite color was red. Then, a little voice brought tears to my eyes as she whispered, “Wear a red dress and shoes when you say goodbye.” Those were the last words little Alexanne spoke. Six hours later she was gone.
Alexanne’s life was short. she was diagnosed when she was five, just before school started. She died when she was one week before her seventh birthday. But this little girl packed every second with laughter, and jokes, and even when the bad days came, and there were plenty of bad days, she got through them.
The beads on her bracelet marked the good days, they marked the the bone biopsy, they marked the transfusions, the marked when her blood count was high enough that she could play in the day room with the other kids, and the last black bead mark when her cancer had metastasized to her brain.
Alexanne and her family drew strength from one another. They faced the experiences they were given, and became stronger. The people who were touched by the chance to care for Alexanne were blessed far more than the heartache they felt at her loss. She made us all a little better, and certainly showed us that even a little child can teach us the way to live life to its fullness.
I told the other nurses Alexanne’a request for red dresses and shoes to be worn to her funeral. As it turned out of the more than 1000 people who came to say their goodbyes to Alexanne, there were many red outfits on. Instead of flowers, the front of the chapel was fill with red balloons.
After we left the chapel we went into a feild at the back of the church, and about 3000 red balloons floated slowly up, up,up. Even as the last reds faded out of sight, we stood there. Finally, we walked away in silence, each of us pondering our own mortality, and committed to live our lives alittle bit better.
Six years later the bead bracelet is still with me. It reminds be to strive to be the best that I can be. It reminds me that when things seem to drag me down, there is always hope for a brighter day. It reminds me that it is what is within that makes us great. And it reminds me that I can do what ever is placed before me.
I just thought you’d like something that shows you what is REALLY important in life. Think about it folks. Until later…Colleen
Bye Bye American Pie September 4, 2009
Like a lot of Americans I had hoped that maybe there really could be a change in the course our government seemed to be locked upon. I work hard. I pay my taxes. I have seen my retirement shrink. I have driven on roads that need the potholes repaired. I have waited greater than six hours in emergency rooms that are packed. I have picked up kids from schools that are over crowded, with decreasing academic scores, that are rated lower than some third world countries.
I am shocked by the total control that the new administration wants to achieve over America. I am reminded of the stories my Father used to tell me about Germany and how Hitler gained his control over one of the most intellectual, enlightened social structures.
Hitler campaigned on all fronts, vowing that with him at the helm, there wouldn’t be unemployment. He appealed to the liberal, the independent, and the conservative. His theme was social control of all the government agencies. He wanted roads that were the best in Europe, jobs for all, free education, assessable medicine, and prosperity for the nation. Of course the scape goat was the Fat Cat with money, who by the way, was a dirty little Jew who was keeping some worthy Aryan son or daughter out of a job, or worming their way into the university.
Hitler appealed to the young, he appealed to the dissatisfied. He won the hearts of the media, and they were mesmerized with his message of hope and change, and a better Germany. He surrounded himself with like minded followers. He named his media and financial, and economic czars, and once he was given the scepter of power he quickly struck. If you were not for his programs you were against him personally. His policies changed from open dialog, to brown shirts storming into businesses and at times people disappearing. Dissenters were portrayed by the media as trouble makers. They quickly went from calling them names and ridiculing them, to closing their business, and confiscating their goods. They filled the schools with teachers who taught only approved propaganda. Children were taught that it was their duty to be the ears and eyes of the Fuhrer. They were taught to watch, and listen, and report.
I understand now a little bit of what the German people must have felt like when they realized that all the rhetoric and fine speeches of change were set aside, and were only a front for a power hungry, sly Charlotan. I understand how you can become swept up in the rhetoric, and parades, and the euphoria, and add your voice to the “Heil Hitler”.
One thing that the new administration, and the liberal socialists have over looked is this; unlike Germany, Americans are not going to follow their Fuhrer into ruin. Obama may have won an election, but the all hail the chief can quickly turn to throw the socialist out. All the good ole boys know eventually the voice of the people will be heard.
American anger is growing over the tax burden they are carrying for illegals. The anger and concern are broad based. The media portrays people with concerns about illegal aliens, concerns about crowded schools, concerns about higher tax burdens, concerns about lost jobs, concerns about a socialistic approach to life, as ignorant, bigoted, narrow minded, gun toting, rabble- rouser’s who don’t represent America. This is not true.
When Obama was campaigning, the liberals that packed the Townhall meetings and shouted down the Republicans were labeled “Grass Roots Americans” wanting a change. What has changed? Nothing. People don’t want their freedoms curtailed. They don’t want Obama Care. They can recognize that this administration is giving the propaganda czar more money than Hitler ever gave Goebbels to convince the German nation of how much they needed Hitler’s leadership.
I’m just another voice out there stating that just as the big bad wolf fooled the little pigs for a while, but his sheepskin eventually doesn’t hide what’s underneath. Think about that for a while. Until later…Colleen
From Moth To Butterfly September 4, 2009
I have to say that I am a big fan of Susan Boyle. I find her entire story fascinating. The circumstances of her life, and her meteoric shot to fame serves as a reminder of the greatness that exists in ordinary people.
I am sure many have seen Susan’s signature frizzy mop of graying curls, and thick dark browns and heard of the millions of emails telling her not to change anything! I have see the Harper’s Bazaar photos of her and I have to say, Susan you rock. You look FABULOUS!!!!! The before and after pictures themselves tell the story.
Many times our looks and appearance are a direct result of where we live, what we live in, and certainly our financial situation. Susan now has the means to live in an environment that is nurturing, yet one that will provide her with any direction, and coaching she may need as she maneuvers through her fame. The financial rewards she will receive will insure that her public, that loves and adores her, will have many years of new recordings, and concerts to looks forward to.
So I say, you continue soaking up all the positive experiences you can Susan. Get a massage, and manicure, a pedicure, and show the world the fantastic clothes they offer you. Use the makeup team, and shop, and do all the things you never had the chance to do. You are a great reminder to all of us, that life is full of surprises! Think about it, folks… Colleen
Everyone Needs A Place To Relax And Meditate August 31, 2009
One of the best places in Portland, Oregon to go to relax is the Portland Oregon Test Gardens. The gardens are located off SW Park Drive. They over look the city, and in the distance you can see Mt. Hood. I have gone to the gardens countless times over the years. As a matter of fact, my husband actually asked me to marry him right there; in the far distant past.
As I was doing some research for this article I found out just how ignorant I was concerning The Rose Gardens. Here are a few things I found out. First off, In 1888 Georgiana Pittock, who was the wife of Henry Pittock, a wealthy businessman invited her fiends and neighbors to exhibit their best roses in a tent set up in her garden. This event was so popular that it became an annual activity. It is recognized as the first rose show of the Portland Rose Society.
In 1905, 20 miles of streets were bordered with roses, in honor of the Centennial celebration of the Lewis and Clark Expedition. It was at this time Portland became known as the “City of Roses”.
The annual Rose Festival activities includes a parade, which began in 1907. The first parade was reigned over by Queen Flora; Carrie Chamberlain. Carrie was the daughter of the governo of Oregon. From 1908 through 1913 instead of a Queen, the Rose Parade was reigned over by an upstanding male citizen known as Rex Orgonus. The Queens once again began reigning over ‘Rosaria’ in 1914.
Though the world was entrenched in The Great War during 1917, Jesse Currey who was the president of the Portland Rose Society, was able to convince the city fathers that Portland should establish a rose test garden. Hybridists throughout The world sent their roses to Portland. Many of the roses enjoyed on visits to the gardens now, are distant relatives of those earlier plants. Portland is the only test garden in North America that is allowed the privilege of granting a Gold Medal to those few roses that have passed the requirements to be honored as a gold medal winner.
In 1931 it was decided that each highschool would pick one representative, from these girls, one would become the Queen of ‘Rosaria’. Her name at the end of Rose Festival would placed upon a plaque, and find itself positioned on “The Queen’s Walk”, within the garden. In 1951, The Queen’s Walk was established within the test gardens to honor all those individuals who ruled since 1907 as the queen of Rosaria. I think of those six years when Rex Orgonus reigned, but was never remembered. I think they wonder the gardens with the queens of Rosaria. I think they compare the changes that occurred over the years.
Over the years the Rose Gardens have matured, and spread out. The oldest section is the Shakespearean Garden. Here you will find a cement bench brick paths to wonder down, tree lined walkways where the fragrance of the garden mingle with one another..
I go to the gardens in the early evening, and like all the photographers in the past set up my tripod and try to capture that one perfect shot of the essence of the rose. I go there to think and relax. I think of those other individuals who strolled and laughed, and enjoyed a picnic, as they listened to a Sunday concert. We are all alike in the sense that we want to set aside the concerns of the hustle of daily life.
Remember this, we each need to find a place to unwind. If you aren’t fortunate enough to have the Rose Gardens to enjoy, then find some place else. Like those long gone individuals, what is important is to unwind and relax, and reconnect with your inner self. Good luck in your quest. Until later… Colleen
Why We Can’t Judge a Diamond By The Box It Sits In June 9, 2009
Most of us judge a package by the wrappings it comes with. If we are handed a small box, label K-Mart, and there is a diamond ring, we expect flaws and inclusions in the stone. The same ring sitting in a Tiffany Box would cause our palms to get sweaty and our heart to race.. It’s all in the packaging, until we see the goods under a jeweler’s eye piece.
The same is with the way we judge people. Here is an example. I recently saw a movie with my husband called “The Soloist”. If you haven’t had a chance to see the movie, starring Jamie Lee Foxx, do it. It is one of those rare movies that demonstrates once again the greatness within us, as we extend a hand to someone in need.
Jamie Foxx plays a homeless person, who is schizophrenic, and a gifted musician, who lives on the streets of Los Angeles. The journalist who discovers him, decides to write an article about him. What he finds out is that that as he puts himself into this individual’s life, his own life is changed.
Here is another example of this same thing. Along with millions of others, I have seen the phenomenal Susan Boyle as she performed on “Britain’s Got Talent”. The smirks and rolling eyes,let the world know what they thought of the 47 year old dynamo marched on stage, and announced that she came from the village of West Lothian, Scotland. She was a cheap K-Mart diamond, and when they were ready to get a good laugh, she opened her mouth, and they were stunned. Not a cheap dime store item, but a priceless jewel radiating such brightness and beauty they could only stand in awe, and weep.
Susan Boyle had not changed. She sang with feeling, and as she sang anyone who heard her suddenly realized how much they had become jaded in their day to day life. They realized that it wasn’t Susan Boyle who was being laughed at and ridiculed, it was themselves. They knew what they had done, and they were humbled. Humbled as Susan turned away from the audience, eyes brilliant with joy, an angelic smile on her face, gave the roaring audience a thumbs up, threw them a kiss, and began marching off the stage.
The three judges, who had sat and smirked, and rolled their eyes along with the audience, called Susan Boyle back. They apologized for the way they had treated her. All of them expressed how sorry they were for the lack of respect they had shown her. The experience of watching that reaction reminds us that life is full of great moments. It reminds us that at any moment we may find our self humbled as we stand in the presence of someone far greater than we are. Hopefully, we will recognize that moment, as we hurry through our daily life.
Until later…Colleen
