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In the Company of Stranger Emotions

“This being human is a guest house, every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honourably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”

- Rumi Using this analogy of your consciousness as a house and your emotions and feelings being guests who visit, there are

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Relationships Matter

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” Ralph Waldo Emerson When we relate to something or someone it means we have made a connection to that object or person; we feel sympathy for or identify with it. And when we are in relationship with someone or something then we are describing the way in which the two objects are connected and are in sympathy with each other and helping to reflect their identities back to one another. To be human is to be in

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Illuminating Stories

Some months back, I attended a workshop with the acclaimed Harvard-trained biologist, practising psychologist, and best-selling author, Joan Borysenko. The workshop explored her studies in evolutionary narrative. With her unique blend of hard-core scientist and decades of study and practice in meditation, she has an abiding certainty in the mind-body connection, and how critical it is to marry a healthy mind to a vital body so we can become a meaningful presence in the world. Borysenko’s work in narrative is well renowned. As

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The Lure of the Elusive

Since films started projecting a visual representation of how others saw life and the people who lived in it, we began receiving messages about what is alluring and attractive. The original “It” girl was Clara Bow. She personified the carefree, spirited, self-assured, and happy independence of the newly liberated American woman. Her appeal wasn’t about being darkly mysterious or aristocratically posh but about being comfortable with who she was. She sported the flapper’s short hair and short dresses and confidently strode out and

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