Wanting to soothe the pain of those you love with the "words" is almost impossible ... well, you can also make prize with talk of "faith" ... but it is so much the desire to alleviate the pain that you would like to make your share in the suffering of a "window" on the soul. Yours, already.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear, is we are powerful beyond measure. E 'is our light, not our darkness, to scare us more. We ask ourselves "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually who are you not to be? We are children of God
Your playing small does not serve the world .
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other themselves do not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do .
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. not just in some of us: in all of us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
My daughter never reads what I write here and the reason I think she knows everything that goes through my head and the "manner" in which I pass, it is curious of my knows all thoughts, the only ones that could remove them conceal the serenity of security that can find me in "parent", I giant with feet of clay ... but the rest is the only one that knows me in my true essence .
Yet the other day asked me to write his graduation, in fact, is not that I have been asked to write ... I was told to write something that I carry as a sense of guilt for a lifetime ... and I am not exaggerating. I had to take courage last summer to say, I went out ... I just do not tinkered in all ways to try and recover them even knew they had been erased by an idiot who obviously has not been able to do its job well.
photos of his graduation ... my pc has been formatted, photos I had downloaded on the pc without saving burning "so why do it tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow" Pirlo's art ... procrastinate at times is inherent in me ... and to make matters worse for the first time I had lightened the memory of the camera so I have deleted because the pc ... I've done a lot of the text suggests a voice of wisdom "l 'only safe place is the mailbox " I have not followed my advice-too-boring reduce the size of the photos one by one ... neee then burn. Brava, brava, but really, a masterpiece. I could say that the fault is not mine, you could save before the hard disk on another computer (computer words of a friend, not me after I had told her at least less guilty) and blah, blah but I do not I could do it was all closed the week of August only way to save a friend who procrastinate too: tranuilla not lose anything by next week I take him ... I wanted to ask "why not now? if you're in the office and it cost you? I l 'anxiety I need to know if the photos are still there ... I have not slept for days ... and, daiii, daìììììì " but I did not say, I always there to try not to disturb I did not insist, because even if he did not understand the seriousness ... but obviously bothered him too, then? the problem was my suo.Potrei not blame him, but not the least because I think the responsibility on the contrary, the fault is solely and exclusively mine. Well I went to a point pc strangely opened (and already had enough for wary) I entrusted my pc at 9 am the first one was already good as new ... and already had at least 5 years of photos of my things written of crap found on the net ... and saved my virtual attic. ** ** Ploff nge not anymore.
photos of the degree of Iris .... my Dioooooooooooo mulacchiona I wrote of her mother, I could not more ... OUT argument to me.
But a bonus of civilization my love can you give me no? Some photos were saved because the evening of graduation, your dad asked him if he passed me some photos on his pen drive and if I was selfish I would have said "you then the do "but I understand the desire he had to review at home immediately after the photo ... a little, but I feel just a little less guilty.
Pesach ... cross the sea to deceive the sky. Blog torch Cud cà Jinde keep the cap. The music is not jarring, electric violins are
The term Easter is a transliteration of the ancient Hebrew word "Pesach" which means "pass over, passage" (Exodus 12:13,23).
perfect, then there are ... yes, I can say I understood the meaning of Easter, this Easter 2008 for the first time ... and I emphasize "first time", I have lived in its true signicato this "holiday "until now lived only as the day when a human being" is "3000 years ago amazed the world by his resurrection from the dead ... in addition to having been regarded as the day of Easter egg for the most chocolate that I frankly do not crazy because I prefer the salty, the day was the surprise of the egg, egg flapping ear to try to imagine the sound and what was the moment that preceded the gauge was tickled by the stomach and such was the anxiety in wanting to see immediately what a great gift to us was that made me "scrasciare" the paper and give a punch on the egg to open it in a hurry (which I still practice today at the ripe old age of almost 43 years, very childish I know) .. and every Easter I could not find the coveted best gift, no, shit always, always! Has been the vanity of this party once the adult that drove me to seek the "truth", the sense ... in short, the deeper meaning of Easter? Why I decided to join this party, who handed it to me knew what it was ? No! Nannarella then started to research. It is said that a guy called the Nazarene has chosen the day of an already well-known Jewish holiday that began on 14 of month Nisan (March-April) and lasted for seven days (Exodus 12:14-20). Already the tenth day of that month, however, they had to choose a lamb from the flock, without blemish, and had to hold it until the evening of the fourteenth day. So, they had to eat it, and his blood would be shed over the lintel, and on the two strains of each port of all their houses. This was to be the sign of salvation in their view of God's justice in that night would go to Egypt. The promise that God gave them was: "When I see the blood will pass over you" (Exodus 12:13). Easter was also called by the Jews' feast of unleavened bread "(Exodus 23:15). The Passover in Egypt was established to commemorate the fundamental event of the liberation of the Israelites (Exodus 12:1,14,42, 23:14-17). For Israel was "A New Beginning" (Exodus 12:2), the beginning of his birth, when as a nation after 430 years, was pushed out of the womb of Egyptian slavery, to follow the path that God had given us. Following the Israelites joined in the feast traditions, the egg is the symbol of life that germinates in early spring and blah, blah ... but really? ... They never knew, I realize that I am very ignorant on the subject in its historical path, and hand-write I realize that not only ignored the tradition-pre-existing before the resurrection of Easter but do not even know "True" sugnificato ignorant of the word, always thought of person "illiterate without the willingness to undertake self-improvement" in short, a sort of stubborn human being presumptuous. I present to you ... but it is clear that there is a time for everything, the time ... yeah, a great gentleman. All this to say that I always knew that Easter was in "honor" to the resurrection of the Nazarene and another guy named God had chosen that day was already a big party to make the "scriptures" and glorify his name in the spectacular revival of a dead man! What do you mean Anna? I start to not understand anything ... explained por favor! M 'stoggh ammbrigghià alone, alone. So, again: I now can say that I chose to be seriously Christian Vogg Sapé all of Christian history, and the little that I'm investigating, Easter this year I have lived within and sacramentally as a step taken in a spectacular way by a human being in which it was incarnate "LOVE" (I'm good are not exhausted, I swear) ... in the study I'm doing is rooted conviction that the resurrection of Christ is not a myth, is a historical fact! It overlooks the other : Is this possible? I explained 'because I find it hard to understand me? N'somma, wait a moment ... I read from above is ok, hello! The blurb was enough in the head, on top of the blog. But I'm Anna, I always the ring with his thoughts. But I'm saying? why twist the brain as well? You can not reason like all the others who do not have concerns if there is or there is no ... you do gl'auguri at Christmas and Easter but then during the remainder of the shoot zero on who "believes in God Abraham's "like a poor naive fool who still believes in Santa Claus! If you say you believe in Nazareth immediately pop up the priests, and discussions to no end to say that priests are people who like the five fingers are not equal, just like people, dogs, in short, all living gl'esseri are divided into good and bad and all the two categories are not born but so are called to undertake a journey, not God is like a pedophile priest and asshole and not enough discussion. And it's sad to believe in Jesus, one that gives it a punch and asks another man but who is? In contrast are all respectful and fascinated when they hear about a Buddhist spirituality, an adept of Saibaba or Babaji ... ah and Osho 'is stupid? It is so advanced that they have had to deal with a series of obsessions that eventually contaminated its awakening ... can not say that he had awakened and then live under psychiatric drugs. Yet with the orange dress (also a suit is fine, as long as strictly put out the ass) seems more credible ... (?) Sinuous and sensual movements and clues to the type or girl that you think is the least the group and tricked? San Gèsepp statt bun! over why you had taken that road and everything is reduced to a group whose number of frustrated people who attend some sessions is impressive. No, no, I'm just old then, I speak of spirituality not religion is different, and believe in the afterlife Saibaba, (which I frankly someone called Sai Baba, is that you seem so believable, ok materialized spoons, crosses, read in thought, but rather a human being who was able to develop and use esoteric talent is not his message that feeds me eh? One who has always lived in luxury, but who knows? They gave a 'interpretation of life that has akin to gods but then they lost ... Osho has even changed its name, first name was Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh "lord of the full moon" and it has not changed because it was long, but following a series of legal problems is dissolved the joint movement, reformers such as "network of meditation" ... network of meditators ????? The truth is that spirituality is for more a matter of fashion, just network, perhaps with a glass of wine while you meditate is sprawled SUKL divano.Dire Nazarene makes you believe in old-fashioned, hard to believe that a human being has ... but we did crucify scem Je? It 's more charming and less inpegnativo hear only breathing, self-control, relaxation and one, two and three together OoOOmmhhh, understand? How do you feel? (Asks the next group) AHH mè SEMT n'energia I circulates me once again .... And why not? And the day after breaking balls for the children! Know what I mean? It 'exactly why I can not be like most, I know that if I have to say Happy Christmas I'm doing, believe in quegl'auguri? I am a curious nature, I have to know everything and then consciously and freely choose to belong in a race or share an idea, or celebrate Easter as a transition from winter to spring because nature is awakening and Easter Monday as a day Trallallero trallalà in the country.
But I say ... it's Easter, but could not go to the countryside?
About Easter ... and you know the meaning? is on the Monday takes its name from the fact that on this day remembers the encounter with the angel and the women at the tomb on Easter Monday instead civilly is a public holiday introduced by the Italian government after the war, was virtually created to extend the celebration of Easter, in order to make the day a kind of digestive system without the worry of thinking: Oh my God you are working tomorrow! How am I going to get up with all the bodies I have in my belly?
Anna 'in my opinion "are under" mo tu Digg! Quiet
my dear "myself" ... I'm not down, "I'm in" ... and the difference is substantial.
good pass at all ... anywhere you go, with the hope that is not a "color worn dreams up levels of reality and fiction" Diamantea Marino ... found by chance, are the best things that happened to me, very true ;
born already marked in the body and mind bring different thoughts older age full of secrets that have become complete tears of joy in his eyes but never smiles [wherever you go]. They talk all the stories minimum of solitude [wherever you go] to color worn dreams up levels of reality and fiction with the wisdom of the ages and the true voice of every day resigned to his body [wherever you go]. Developed the idea of cambiare itinerario felici di calare il sipario su una musica finita incapaci di parlare vedono parole che non tutti vedono. Nascono diversi..difficile che li chiamino poeti
Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius, quidquid erit, pati, seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrenum: sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Non ti chiedere mai, ché non si può, qual fate the gods have ready for me, for you, leuconoe, or you treat yourself to Babylonian horoscopes. Rather, what will he take it as is. If God will give us many winters, or this will be the last one that throws the sparkling Tyrrhenian against the rocks to break. Wise up, pour me the wine, your wishes rule day by day. As we speak, time already flows rapida.Cogli your time, unless you trust the future.
Horace, Quintus Flaccus, Roman poet, (Venosa 65 BC - Rome 8 BC) Odes, I, 11.
"You always criticize, talk hurt you and it will be difficult to meet someone to whom you can fit as you are. So live like you think, do what your heart tells you. Life is a play that has no initial testing. Sing, laugh, dance, love. Live intensely every moment of your life, before the curtain falls and the work ends with no applause! "
Charlie Chaplin, Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin (1889.1977)
already ... between those who want it cooked and who wants Raw ... at least make yourself happy.
I'm just so ... like ... the meaning of the song as she sings, as she gestures forward with the calm but at the same time as the well-established roots in the ground, perfect for matching the music as pressing binds to the meaning of words. I'm also so I, my and my inside out are perfectly synchronized so perfect that I could raise the horse's hoof without any resistance on his part. I'm so equal that I feel also the presence of the pianist .. you know I'm saying? Amen, yes ... For the first time and repeat "before" I am experiencing the serenity. What
small bouquet And there you wanted me to listen to a song that I loved so much and that made me shudder every time I listened to ... without knowing my distance "from the need to not listen the need "... with complete unawareness of my emotional intimacy you asked me if I had ... arghhhhhhhhhhh Radiohead, you darling, do you hear?? L? NEED ... oh heck. Ok, I'm playing trumpet to search because he had been well hidden ... and after quite some ... et voila.
E 'was nice to hear it again, very, with no pain but a sweet memory of myself ... the other me.
What has happened in all this time lady? why was absent for so long?
Mah know, life takes you, you move, you bring all the Mo puts you back here .... my daughter graduated, my relationship, indeed, my work relationships have been concluded "amicably" yes, yes, the friendly was the leitmotif of uest'ultimo period knows? ah yes ... no fight with anyone laid off all friendly, peace and love, love and peace. Well, what do you want me tell you ... my princess is a graduate and now òposso also kick the bucket nor true? intellectual honesty I must tell you that I really like to live, I say in my case was a mission and then I'd be ready to go ... even if I give willingly place ... I really like "to see and discover" the inconsistencies that lie between human and negl'esseri ... that curious little animal that is neither true sir? Now I go because I'm recovering from 4 days of fever and vulgar to write a little, but I come back and tell you all lovely lady.
Ps now give me all the "she" almost, almost, I was convinced to give it to me alone! Goodbye
