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How we begin to tell our story is by first letting the truth be heard in all its rawness, in all its ugliness, and in all its messiness. The truth prevents us from pretending that the things that happened did not happen.
The Forgiveness Challenge is adapted from The Book of Forgiving.
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You have the power to create. Your power is so strong that whatever you believe comes true. You create yourself, whatever you believe you are. You are the way you are because that is what you believe about yourself. Your whole reality, everything you believe, is your creation. You have the same power as any other human in the world. The main difference between you and someone else is how you apply your power, what you create with your power. You may be similar to others in many ways, but no one in the whole world lives her life the way you do.
You have practiced all of your life to be what you are, and you do it so well that you master what you believe you are. You master your own personality, your own beliefs; you master every action, every reaction. You practice for years and years, and you achieve the level of mastery to be what you believe you are. Once we can see that all of us are masters, we can see what kind of mastery we have.
Wanted to share this Note from Chapter 1- The wounded Mind in The Mastery of Love
Wisdom Book by DON MIGUEL RUIZ
In response to Daily Prompt – Reason to believe
She was hated. By everybody. For not apparent reason. She was young and very pretty, maybe that was the real reason. She has started work there three months ago and wasn’t accepted form day one, by anyone. They surely made her feel, she was unwanted. They destroyed her work, daily. Behind her back. Every time she turned around, her work was destroyed or messed up by those women. They have ganged up. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on, shocked by the lengths these women would go, just to crash her. Childish. Women in their thirties, forties even fifties. She was 22, also part of the problem. She was unwanted. She was hurt, but never said anything to anyone. She kept silent and tried to fix the damage done to her work. Every day. She knew, she will not survive this way, at place with women from hell.
One day she completed all her assignments, and was asked to the extra job in different department. It was almost the end of the day and since she was happy with her own work, she left to quickly do the other. But when she got called for inspection by the manager to come back to her section, she just froze at the sight of her work. Destroyed and messy beyond the words. The manager, however was stupid. Looking down at her asked her if she even did work on her assignment and commanded her to stay behind to do it again. She said nothing and picked up the pieces of her destroyed work to make everything right once again. Her colleagues were sharing private jokes between themselves on the way out, giving her the pity look. She would go home late that night, knowing tomorrow will be just the same.
The Pretty Was Hated By Everyone
I am trying to reconnect with you, I wish you tried to reconnect with me too. There has been too much distance between the two of us. My feelings were hurt by your actions, on different occasions, because of your own various circumstances. I never told you, because I never planned to hang on to that. I let go of the drama every time, I forgave you there and then. I never got mad at you. No hard feelings at all. I understood your position well in every situation. You can’t hurt me. But I know.. we will never be the same and you will always be my friend.
You will never know that, I can’t get Mad at You.
Whispering Secret Photography by meyrembulucek see more of her work here
Holding in my feelings to spare someone else’s makes me sick. My energy is now trapped, because I did not let it go direct. If directness is honesty, does that mean I lied? Yes, to myself. I have found myself in unpleasant and uncomfortable situation, where I spent my time with someone, I did not want to be with. I did not enjoy one second of it and thought of hundreds of better things and activities I could do instead.
I like to be honest with others, however I got stuck and felt I could not express myself with love, if I was direct. I blocked myself from doing so. In a fear of hurting someone, I said nothing and hurt myself. Now I suffer from my dishonesty to myself. This powerful force of disagreement within myself feels heavy in my stomach. I can not tolerate myself for creating this knot of energies and question my own inner truth.
Only truthfulness could help, but I felt lost for words to soften the truth. I have chosen silence rather then honesty. So I happened to be what I am not, doing things I don’t want to do. Lesson learnt: Always connect with your true feelings and be honest with others.
I have reached this awkward age, truthfully I haven’t actually been reaching for it, I haven’t even dream about turning 30. My friend told me “don’t worry about hitting 30, is nothing” so I didn’t. Phew! I stayed calm, beyond reach and happy. Until the big day came and I quickly realized, I’m not hitting 30 at all! The 30 is hitting me! Hitting me hard, not only, it slapped me, smacked me, punched me and knocked me out! Left a mark and affected me badly. Can you see how I play drama? It’s true, I’m telling you as it really is. I only then realized that the time passes – for ME too. Ouch, I still can’t believe it. I’m not saying I’m getting old, oh please I’m definitely not reaching for that one.
When my big 30 moved forward at me (in slow motion: it tiptoed over to me undetectably and without any emotion, punched me right in my face) I suddenly became fully aware of the fact that, perhaps I’m not as young and beautiful as I was from my own point of view. Maybe my silly oh sooo human mind, just got mean to me, maybe resisting ageing, my mind mistreated me and gave me some good beating. And it worked!
My mind created a very negative relationship with myself. With all of us! Me, myself, my body, my face and I. Together completely lost on the other side – in my thirties. But hey hold on, I don’t know how to do 30! I felt like I was kicked out of Disneyland, knocking on the door hopelessly in the heat of the night, pleaseeee take me back! Self pity, suffering and tears. Dramatic? I agree. Real story tho!
I rejected myself for being 30. This dissatisfying relationship with myself, started slowly reflecting in my relationship with others. I changed. Of course. I was different. I wasn’t aware that I have fallen. I have fallen because in my mind I wasn’t beautiful anymore. It was nothing but my self importance, illusion and false belief that brought me to that fall.
But If I didn’t love myself, how much love could I have to give and share at that point? You do the math. When I became aware of my negative mind and my own fall, I went back to myself, because I know everything I need, I already have. I would like to think that I still have time to practice how to deal with my new unwanted badge and figure out how to age gracefully. I mean I need to get better at this, surely!
Haunted by Charles Hildreth photographer from Denver see his beautiful Gallery here