GPS for the Soul
GPS for the Soul
To the extent that we are mirrored, encouraged and acknowledged for our achievements and our creative pursuits, we are unified within ourselves. To the degree that we are perceived through a distorted mirror, we are torn asunder and may search for approval at a cost to our real self and creativity.
The anti-trafficking world turned 15 this year (by definition), and it seems like we're starting to, well, act 15 as well. Stories of deceit, of trickery, of allowing white lies to grow into big hairy black ones continue to emerge.
The world will have been a better place for knowing you.
It was the mid-1970s and Muhammad Ali was my new hero. To me, a grade-schooler, he was larger than life and yet so down-to-earth. My parents were in his inner circle, which gave me magical memories and personal insights on greatness.
All too often, women are in a hurry. We want to hurry up and find THE GUY, get married, have babies, buy a house, etc. We don't enjoy the seasons of life we are in.
Do what you say you're going to do. Tell the truth.
Call your mom more. She misses you, and this is very hard for her.
I want to remember what it was like to be 15. Because I don't think the 15-year-old me could imagine I'd be where I am now.
Many people are actually more comfortable in hoping and fantasizing than actually making changes that will create lasting change. It takes a certain level of maturity and mastery to be willing to survey the landscape around us before we begin building our dreams.
Good will conquer evil. Always.
Beautiful mirrored images.
"Let us vow to transform our world by transforming ourselves."
Now that my ten part weekly "Reflections" series has concluded, I plan to post biweekly from now on, starting with "Alzheimer's
Even though we are no longer best friends, we still love each other and I will show Clare affection for as long as she lives. And I know that Clare will show me affection for as long as she is able to do so.
I must learn how to get on with my life without having Clare by my side. I must accept that Clare and I are no longer a "we." Those "we" days are gone. I know that.