words to live by

Authors Unknown

Have a Happy Weekend

Monday Mood: Madness

Reflecting on the current situation…

Aldous Huxley –  BRAVE NEW WORLD

“Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” — George Orwell 1984 (a political novel written with the purpose of warning readers in the West of the dangers of totalitarian government.)

Is it true that Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane? 

American poet and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson once said sanity is very rare; almost every man and woman has a dash of madness every so often.

Every so often is….how frequently exactly? I think things are shifting to more repeatedly because it’s every single day we’re bombarded with actions from those that make no sense and instead of moving forward we seem to be moving backwards. Right here…right now in our lives at present we’re witnessing a lot of history making madness.

People are just starting to wake up but in the process are we becoming more careful than need be? Or are we just afraid not to offend anyone.  Because everything is coming to a head.

The Dixie Chicks have changed their name to Chicks because of the connotation of “Dixie” with slavery.  Upon hearing this a  friend of mine jokingly suggested the new name could be considered sexist.  That maybe they should consider changing it to “the Chickens?” 

  I fully understand the “black lives matter” movement because to me it’s absurd that slavery ever happened in the first place. That stands for other history making events such as the holocaust.  The insanity of control and intention of cruelty over innocent lives.

The people at the very top, the people in power, are the very same people who could have put an end to these occurrences.  So who are we to trust?  Are we responsible for blindly following the orders given by lunatics in power if we consciously know they’re in the wrong for giving them, and we for following them?  Shouldn’t we take some responsibility?

Abraham Lincoln, 16th President of the United States held the nation together during its greatest trial, the Civil War. Lincoln believed his most sacred duty was the preservation of the union. It was his firm conviction that slavery must be abolished. 

“I leave you hoping that the lamp of liberty will burn in your bosoms until there shall no longer be a doubt that all men are created free and equal.” Abraham Lincoln

Will we ever get it right?

Has rage replaced reason?  As in…

 “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore” – from the movie *Network.

This speech feels more relevant today than its release in 1976 and seems to predict the world we live in today.  A world filled with reality TV, tabloid journalism and the overwhelming direction that media in general is taking with its anything for ratings philosophy.

The Character Howard Beale played by the late great Peter Finch, gave the following speech in the film that still resonates today.

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’

Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. (shouting) You’ve got to say: ‘I’m a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!’


To think that we can finally get it all together is unrealistic. To seek for some lasting security is futile. To undo our very ancient and very stuck habitual patterns of mind requires that we begin to turn around some of our most basic assumptions. Believing in a solid, separate self, continuing to seek pleasure and avoid pain, thinking that someone “out there” is to blame for our pain—one has to get totally fed up with these ways of thinking. One has to give up hope that this way of thinking will bring us satisfaction. Suffering begins to dissolve when we can question the belief or the hope that there’s anywhere to hide.” – Pema Chodraon “Nowhere to Hide”

I’ll leave you with this more uplifting quote:

Keep your Eyes on All that’s Good and Beautiful and Possible in the World. Because the Stories We Tell Create the People We Become.” – Jacqueline Lewis, Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone: a Journal to Reignite, Renew, and Refuel Your Life. 

*Network: The man behind the words of this powerful speech was the American playwright, screenwriter and novelist Sidney Aaron “Paddy” Chayefsky. He is the only person to have won three solo Academy Awards for Best Screenplay (the other three-time winners, Woody Allen, Francis Ford Coppola, Charles Brackett and Billy Wilder, have all shared their awards with co-writers). The trio of Academy Awards were for Marty (1955), The Hospital (1971) and Network (1976).

Have a great week!

Life after Lockdown

The ultimate measure of a person is not where one stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where one stands in times of challenge and controversy – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Life is challenging. I’m still here. Just not feeling exceedingly motivated to write as regularly as before.  It’s okay.  Only temporary, like everything else.

I’m only beginning to get started after the relaxed pace that resulted from being in lockdown mode from a world wide pandemic that I’m sure needs no more mention.  It’s on the news every night as has been for several months.  The only thing that has trumped that (no pun intended) has been brutal police attacks, protests from black lives matter and the rioting that resulted and is still resulting from that.  Rioting that really has nothing to do with the deserving protests. Black History Month isn’t just in February, It’s year round.

There has been very little to no good news of late. Right now for me no news is good news.  I’m tired of all the negativity.  I’m sure you are too.

Regarding my blog… since my blog endures on fabulous (ha, ha) outings, fashion, food, destinations, etc… and since I haven’t been going out to events, or shopping, or restaurants or anywhere exciting, except my own home, I figured it was a good time to take a break, a good excuse a least.  But as I don’t really need to go anywhere to write, and I still have some stories to share over time…  all that’s missing is being in the right frame of mind to recount them. Not to say I didn’t have other things to take care of and focus on. For instance, my priority was my beautiful 18 year old Sheltie Jia Jia who was in rapid decline and who has since passed away.  

Regarding my Sheltie… a friend recently likened missing a companion to experiencing phantom pain – the amputation of a limb phenomenon. Instead of believing a lost limb is actually still there because its pain is felt, it’s feeling the pain of knowing all that remains is a phantom of what or who has been lost and an awareness that lingers everywhere and in anything that reminds us of them.  It takes time.

Something looks very familiar in the clouds.  Lake Loveland. Loveland, Colorado.  Don’t know who took photo.

And if that wasn’t enough, then came repairs to my home: First a roof repair due to raccoons trying to burrow into it again. Then came replacing two heavy wood beams holding up half a dozen cross-beams in my courtyard, a job made necessary by vines that had grown around those beams and that brought carpenter ants that ate them to fragmenting bits. And then came replacing my 9 year old fridge that was still under its 10 year warranty… except for the only part that needed fixing – thanks to a design flaw in the refrigerating system of this now discontinued LG model.  I couldn’t believe how an otherwise perfectly good fridge failed and had to be discarded. Such a waste! The much older fridge which was here when my late husband and I bought this place twenty years ago (and was old then) is in the garage (because I didn’t want to throw it away) and it still works!  Thank goodness because it was a life saver for a few months. The newer ones, I’ve come to realize, are built to last only so many years – presumably to keep the fridge companies in business.  I’m happy with my new fridge which is needless to say, not another LG.  Like the saying goes they don’t build things like they used to.  

I did my research on all types of fridges as I did with all my home repairs. That’s how I spent the majority of my time during lockdown.  Also because stores weren’t open and people didn’t feel comfortable coming into our homes out of fear of contacting a disease, we had to wait it out – for two months, which seemed like eternity then, but now does not.  That’s when you realize how much we’ve come to take for granted.

It’s nice to finally see restaurants and stores starting to opening up.  I’m sad to see many couldn’t make it and are out of business now.  I’ve also discovered, along with many others, that I’m in no hurry to go shopping or eat out anymore.  Only once did I go to a place very close to me to have dinner and a glass of wine.  A kind of welcome back to business evening.  My hairdresser was my first personal appointment when things opened up, though my dog Layla got groomed even before I did.  Next is the dentist.  These are a few things that were always at our fingertips… until they weren’t.  How spoiled we’ve become.

The sheer audacity of ever having to wait in line to get groceries is disconcerting.  Never in our lifetime have we experienced this sort of disruption to our society, but now we’ve all been given a little taste of what it’s like to be inconvenienced. Of course we don’t like it, and we’re not comfortable with it, probably because it makes us vulnerable.

But what if this became the new way of life? We would have to adjust and adapt. Maybe it’s a good thing we had the experience. Just enough to let us know how lucky we are when compared to what many other people must live with all the time.

There is always hope in the dark.

Rebecca Solnit in her book, Hope in the Dark: “Inside the word emergency is emerge; from an emergency new things come forth. The old certainties are crumbling fast, but danger and possibility are sisters.”

Let’s raise a glass to emerging from a situation beyond our control and coming out stronger while being more aware of all possibilities – good and bad. 

Remember danger is real, but fear is a choice.

And let’s try to treat others with the respect they deserve.  

Reflections

When gifts have a loving sentiment attached to them they become more meaningful.

This arrangement full of surprises, was from Tamara, Anik & Jolie – girls in the hood.
At my doorstep. Photo: Tamara Gauthier.

Following Jia Jia’s passing I received some thoughtful cards and messages, however this special written sentiment from my dear friend Tamara really got to me on a different level.  So I thought with her permission, I’d share it. Not only is the bouquet absolutely beautiful but…

This floral arrangement was made to represent all that was Jia Jia. I reflected upon what I felt he was and meant to you and your  life together.

A clear glass vase with warm opaque colours, reflecting that he clearly gave you warmth every day.

The elements of the ocean side because it was his favourite place to visit and added to the joy he had in his life with you.

Black and white sand are the yin and yang, symbolizing being rooted together in the trough of a wave and passionately growing together .  

The rocks symbolize strength and Jia Jia being a cornerstone. He was there for you and kept you solid in hard times. 

Shells, they are a strong home for sensitive beings. Jia Jia had a strong and safe life with you. And the sea glass survives the currents. Though  its been broken, the currents soften the sharp edges and gives a new beauty. Jia Jia is the salt in the current who helped you grow with beauty in the storms of life. 

Roses for your love and passion in giving him the best life possible.

Poppies for remembering him and the gratitude you had in finding each other.

Daisies for the innocent love blended with playful youthfulness.

Thistle for his endurance and victory in staying here for you as long as he could.

Eucalyptus represents that he had to depart to the heavens from his earthly time with you and they are known to drive away negative energy.

Cards and Stones. An Angel sits next to a clear quartz – the most powerful healing stone of the mineral kingdom.
This addition to my mural was completed last summer by Kris Friesen.            Photo: d. king

 

 

Jia Jia’s (2002 – 2020) Journey

A Dog’s Tale & Trail

Exactly one week ago today I said a tearful goodbye to one of the greatest loves of my life – my canine companion, Jia Jia.

A few days before. Photo: Paul LeMay

Anyone who knew our relationship, knew how bonded we were and what a positive difference we made in each other’s lives.

When I first met Jia Jia (pronounced like jaw-jaw akin to the character in Stars Wars) I wasn’t even contemplating getting a dog.  Jia Jia was already eight years old and moved to Vancouver from Beijing two years prior.   He became my next door neighbour and literally showed up at my back door one afternoon.  I immediately felt a connection but had no idea he would become mine for keeps two years after that, at the ripe age of ten.

I noticed that Jia Jia spent a lot of time alone in his backyard so asked his owner Lynn if I could take him running with me and she said “sure.” He became my running buddy. Then when she had to travel back and forth to China I looked after him, always hesitating to give him back.

 At that time my late husband and I had a VW pop-top Eurovan camper and decided to do a road trip from British Columbia to Florida with stops along the way in Texas, Louisiana, Alabama.  I asked Lynn if we could take Jia Jia along for the ride suggesting we might be away for a couple months, and she again said “Yes.”

Jia Jia has been to the French Quarter of New Orleans, the Florida Everglades, Key West, Lauderdale by the Sea and pretty much all over Florida.  He’s been to wineries in Napa and Sonoma, all over Texas, Arizona, California, Nevada and New Mexico.  He spent some time in Vegas casinos, put his paw on a slot machine once and won some cash.  Talk about a lucky dog!  And it all happened before he became mine for good.

From the time he was eight until he turned ten we spent a lot of quality time together.  Then Lynn said “he’s your dog.” But I already knew that.  However I never took it upon myself to say I owned him.  He owned us. 

In all that time we only spent two days apart.  Only because a friend suggested looking after my dogs when I spent two nights at a hotel with my sister and two friends for my birthday last year.  Otherwise I was planning to take them along. 

I don’t expect anyone to understand the relationship, but I can honestly say we were surprisingly attuned to each other.  He was an amazing dog.  An old soul. The dog to set the standard for all dogs for me from hereon in.

When my husband Don got sick, he suggested we get another companion for Jia Jia.  He found Layla in B.C’s Kooteney Mountain range.  With Jia Jia in tow, we all went together to meet Layla, and they seemed to get along.  I was able to get Layla about a month after my husband passed in August 2017.  She was a great choice and kept Jia Jia young.  But of course that didn’t last forever.

Jia Jia began slowing down a year ago.  This past winter in Palm Springs he could barely walk so I bought a wagon and wheeled him around and let him out to walk a bit and do his business.  Other than that his spirit was good (my husband used to say he was the happiest dog he’s ever met) and his health was pretty good considering his age.

Then 10 days before he passed a more startling change occurred and he just wasn’t the same.  He was walking in circles and couldn’t hold himself up properly.  It was heartbreaking to watch. I waited a bit to see if there’d be a change.  He improved slightly but not significantly enough.  His quality of life had diminished and for the first time he seemed tired and sad. I had to make one of the most difficult decisions of my life, and at a time of Covid-19 no less, when our vet and all other animal hospitals were asking for doggy curb-side drop off where no one else could be in attendance at the time of euthanization,  They did not want to come to the home either.  No way was I going to drop him off and not be in attendance.

After some searching and a recommendation from Granville Island Animal Hospital, I was super lucky to find Dr. Jeffrey Berkshire (liftingstars.ca – link at very bottom). We set the appointment for the following week giving some time for the possibility of improvement.

Lama Rabton prayed for Jia Jia.

The night before Jia Jia’s passing my boyfriend Paul arranged for a Tibetan Buddhist Monk to come to my home and recite prayers for Jia Jia.  It was a beautiful ceremony normally reserved for humans. My sister was there too.  Layla kept licking Jia Jia’s face.  Still, it all seemed surreal.

Next morning Dr. Berkshire, a compassionate vet, came to my home (we wore masks) and examined Jia Jia before we made the final decision.  He suspected Jia Jia either had a brain tumor or a stroke but the only way to be sure would be to give him an MRI which meant he’d have to be knocked out and possibly not survive. He explained the few options available. So we made the final decision to have him humanely put to sleep based on his lack of quality of life and the unlikely chance he would improve.

One last slow, steady walk along the Kits Point, Vancouver Dog Beach – his favorite place. Photo: Lisa King

Dr. Berkshire was wonderful and took his time, let us have some alone time and was very gentle all the way through until the very end.  Lynn, Jia Jia’s ex-owner who had since become my friend, was here too, along with Lisa, my sister, and Layla.  We did Jia Jia’s paw prints.  I held Jia Jia while Dr. Berkshire gave him a needle and put him to sleep.  It was all very fast. Finally, wrapped in a baby blanket, Jia Jia was taken out in a stretcher to be cremated on his own.  You’re given a choice whether to have your dog cremated with other dogs or by themself. I wanted his ashes.

Jia Jia saw me through some of the best and worst situations in my life.  Always a bright light by my side to ease the pain of losing a husband and two of my closest girlfriends in the space of a year.  I don’t know how I would have handled everything without him.  It was as if he was my rock.

Layla & Jia Jia on the cast iron bench for Don outside my house. Photo: d. king  It was the day before.  He looked pretty good here.

He’s gone now, however he’ll always be with me in spirit.  It will never be the same.  It will just be different.  I miss him terribly but know in my heart it was the right decision.  I never felt it was a selfless act.  Just compassionate.  I am forever grateful to Lynn for giving me the best gift in my life, and to Jia Jia for giving me a more meaningful life.

Grief is the price we all pay for love

Photo: d. king

We who choose to surround ourselves

with lives even more temporary than our own

live within a fragile circle

easily and often breached.

Unable to accept its awful gaps

we still would live no other way.

We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,

never fully understanding the necessary plan…

The Once Again Prince from Separate Life Times

(Lisa always referred to Jia Jia as her little Prince)

Website for Dr. Jeffrey Berkshire:

* http://liftingstars.ca/

 

 

Please see the following link for an article published by the Vancouver Sun on February 2nd, 2018 on pet euthanasia at home:

https://vancouversun.com/life/relationships/pet-therapy-euthanasia-and-palliative-care-at-home-in-growing-demand/

simple solutions to life’s little (big) problems

How to take tar out of clothing

This is a departure from my usual posts, but life has changed and I’m learning to deal (as we all are) with life’s little mishaps.  Here’s the latest..

Let’s say you notice raccoons made a hole in your roof overnight. Why? To find a warm place for birthing their young of course. And when it happens, they have no qualms about ripping out cedar shingles and digging into your delicate pink fiberglass insulation.

What Tar looks like

Then let’s assume you call Wildlife Control (and they know you by name but nevermind that little detail) and they send a guy pretty quickly (who also remembers you but nevermind) to patch up the mess.

After that, let’s say your boyfriend decides to make it harder for the little culprits to come back (because they do) and decides to nail some wire mesh over the area most likely to be torn up (again) .

Then let’s say you aren’t aware that there was tar all over the area the wildlife guy patched up. 

You will most likely get a good laugh out of seeing the back end of the person doing the re-repair who is oblivious to what the back of his shorts looks like.  The only funny thing about all of this actually.

Worse if the pants or shorts happen to be his favorite pair.  So you quickly google how to take tar out of clothing.  Which brings me to the solution (I love finding solutions)…

  1. Soak the clothing (in this case, cargo shorts – hardly worth saving but anyway) in olive oil. Yes; that’s correct.  Olive oil softens the tar.  We used half a bottle of cold organic first-pressed but you don’t have to use the finest. Best done in a bucket you don’t care about.
  2. After at least one hour of soaking, if the tar does not come out this way (and of course it doesn’t) then you take it one step further.  You take an old cloth, dip it in gasoline (if you have a scooter handy you can just take it from the gas tank) and begin the process of dabbing the area (s) that has tar. Bit by bit, all the tar will come out.  Trust me on this. It’s a bit of work but if you want to salvage the piece of clothing, it’s what you do.
  3. Then you wash the piece of clothing on it’s own.  Do it in a machine preferably that does not belong to you, because the smell of gasoline will linger a little longer than you like.  I know about this for sure. You might want to wash the item a second time.
  4. To lose the gasoline smell completely, try airing it out in fresh air for at least a day… a week… or month after washing.
  5. But just to be on the safe side, make sure your boyfriend doesn’t go near anyone who’s smoking (a good idea at the best of times)… unless you were hoping to get rid of him in a flash. ;o)  
  6. My best solid advice would be this:  Unless this is a very special item of clothing, just go out and buy another (preferably online at this time of Covid but maybe not on Amazon).

    And Finally…..I leave you with an uplifting mask-free photo to show a bit of freedom.  But right after this was taken, the mask went back on (especially inside my place which smelled of gasoline).  Unlike Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now, I don’t love the smell of Napalm in the morning.

    Photo: Tamara Gauthier

 

 

 

Feel-good Friday: Halfway Mark

Well we made it to day 7 of our 14 day mandatory self-quarantine of a New World Disorder.  And everyone is still alive and somewhat sane.

Layla wants to know when we can go for our regular walks again.  Photo: Tamara Gauthier

What a trip this has been, and still is.  We drove from Palm Springs to Vancouver and we arrived one day after a newly enforced Canadian government order that stated all Canadians returning to Canada from anywhere abroad had to do mandatory self-isolation for two weeks.  Before this it was voluntary quarantine. Timing is everything they say.  However we still had to (and still have to until further notice) maintain 2 metres (6 ft.) distance from one another.

When we arrived at the border, which by the way, was empty, our border officer read us the new rules and told us in no uncertain terms that if we were to leave our place of isolation (where we had to head straight for, with no stops whatsoever) we could be fined anywhere from $1,000 to $1,000,000.  Yup; that’s up to 1 million dollars!  Needless to say I’m not gonna let that happen.  If so, is there anyone who can bail me out for a million?  Didn’t think so!

So we had to bid adieu (for now) to simple everyday outings like getting our own groceries and walking our dogs.  Although I do let mine just outside the house several times a day.  A good friend and neighbour is nice enough to walk Layla (who needs more exercise). We’ve been ordering takeout (my new safe word) and having groceries delivered since then.  

Still, it’s strange to be on “house arrest” when we have no symptoms, although I do understand it’s to help keep the possibility we have it from spreading to those who are more vulnerable. We all know by now what we’re supposed to do to help get everything back to normal.  Remember normal?

Here’s what I was not expecting… coming home to find my fridge conked out for the first time due to a power outage and dealing with the stench of throwing everything out including the melted frozen berries that made a mess in the freezer.  Luckily for me I have a backup fridge in the garage.  Who has a back-up fridge?  I do!  But then no food because all was tossed.  And forget about getting a service person.  I tried.  Once they found out I was in California… forget about it.

Then, my phone died.  Aaaarrrggghhh! Can phones contract coronavirus?  Nah.  It may only need a new battery. But how do I order groceries with no phone? And why do I not have a back-up phone? Next best thing – to email someone you know with your essential list.  Then they deliver and after they’ve left, you find out that you forgot to add that one critical item on your list that you needed to make your meal complete. It’s like having a bagel without the cream cheese or bread without butter.  You get the idea. So you make do.

Next up: let’s say you need to print out a document and fax it to someone?  Under normal circumstances if you’re out of printer cartridges you get in your car and drive to Staples, get more and that’s that.  But when you’re under house arrest you can’t go anywhere, let alone drive.  So you have to ask someone (via e-mail because no phone remember?) to print it out for you and put it in your mailbox.  No one wants to be near you…just in case.  No one!

Here’s the good news:  not having to get dressed, more time to make soup and cookies, no excuse to not clean house, cannot think of anything else at the moment.

So here we are.   I’ll let you know how we made out next Friday. Which is Good Friday.  Which will be very good Friday for all in this house.  In the meantime a friend sent me this timely poem:

Suddenly

Suddenly, we slept in one world and woke up in another.

Disney has no more magic and Paris is no longer romantic..

Suddenly, in New York everyone sleeps.

And the Great Wall of China is no longer a fortress.

Suddenly, hugs and kisses become weapons.

Holding hands and walking the parks become outlawed.


Suddenly, not visiting aging parents and grandparents becomes an “act of love”.

Suddenly, our bombs and machine guns, our tanks and artilleries begin to gather dust.

Suddenly, we realized that power is with faith

alone.

And that money has no value when it can’t even buy you toilet paper.


Suddenly, we have been put back in our place by the hands of the universe. 
And we’ve been made aware how vulnerably “human” we truly are, when faced with a microbe so powerfully inhumane. 

Keep the hope alive, be well & stay safe everyone!!

Photo: Tamara Gauthier

Header photo: Tamara Gauthier

Feel-good Friday: on the wagon

This is how we roll

Jia Jia + Layla. Photo: d. king

My senior is almost 18 years old.  Since he now walks like a turtle I found the perfect solution for taking him from A to B without much effort on my part and no effort on his.  Baby strollers didn’t hold him properly and the pet wagons were too small.  So I went to the sporting goods section of Walmart and found a wagon designed to take blankets and beer to the beach.  Outfitted with comfort it works like a charm.  Also can be pulled either way, has a handle for extension to arms length, a flap for carrying stuff and folds for easy storage.  Yay!

When we arrive at our destination I take him out and he walks until he’s too tired at which point he goes back in the wagon.  Layla walks alongside for exercise but she enjoys hitching a ride from time to time.

My boy outside Revivals. Photo: d. king

This is a faster, more convenient way to take him along the River Walk. Photo: d. king

Along the River Walk. Photo: d. king

Okay Layla; don’t get too comfortable. Photo: d. king

Hope you enjoy your weekend.

FYI: I’ve been giving Jia Jia a product called Rejeneril (a patented and clinically-proven longevity product for pets) every day for 8 years now.  I believe it helps his immune system among other benefits.

The link is below if you want to check it out:

Rejeneril®

 

Solicitous Sunday

Just wanted to share this life lesson on letting go:

Jay Shetty lived as a monk for 3 years and built philanthropic ventures.

It’s been a mission of mine to spread knowledge at the pace we want entertainment, something I like to call making wisdom go viral. Since launching my channel in 2016, I’ve garnered over 4 billion views and 24+ million followers. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to turn a message into an inspiring story that’ll impact the masses. I work with authors, entrepreneurs and influencers to help them bring their stories to life – Jay Shetty

Jay offers a live weekly meditation and coaching, a huge vault of coaching sessions and there’s in-person, member-only Meetups in over 60 cities around the world. 

The Paradox of our Time in History is that

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
Drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired,
Read too seldom, watch tv too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We write more, but learn less.
We build more computers
To hold more information
To produce more copies than ever,
But have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
Tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality,
One-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do
Everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window
And nothing in the stockroom;
A time when technology can bring this letter to you,
And a time when you can choose either to share this insight,
Or to just hit delete.

written by George Carlin

REMEMBER TO

spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and doesn’t cost a cent.

say ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.

a kiss and an embrace will end hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

give time to love, give time to speak!

give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by those moments that take our breath away.