How to do we cope when life tosses a balloon full of oil-based paint into the cogs of our daily groove.
My dad is an amateur musician. He started playing the guitar when he was 14 years old, playing along with the Kingston Trio, learning finger picking from Peter Paul and Mary, taking bluegrass classes from the guy up the street, and quietly swearing through Bach. By the time I came along, he was an accomplished […]
When we seek to understand our own motivations and inner wiring without judgment or criticism, then we will have more inner peace.
It is only by tearing down the false perceptions that we can start again.
We have to acknowledge and accept that frustration and anger are the same thing.
Without the Values and Belief Fence, our hearts begin to resemble a flophouse, where anyone and anything goes
Love is a verb, and we need to exercise it. But we can’t if our walls are up.