I think authentic forgiveness is a process. Every time I think I’m past some instance of hurt, whether it rears its head up or not is when I know I’ve moved on. I’m finding that I myself, am the most difficult person to authentically forgive for past mistakes I’ve made. But oh well, it’s all a process. I think the learning is that it gets easier with time.

I think if I minded less what people might think, I would sing and dance more in the street.

My grandparents for a surety, especially my grandmother. then there was Jose from the senior centre. I wasn’t around when he passed but I was lucky enough to be around when he was alive. and Jimmy Wyble who taught me that joy and passion are to be found at all times and at any age.

I hope I can be of service today by being aware of my surroundings and listening to see how I can help someone in need.

to be more aware of my actual immediate needs such as being warm and being quiet and just being content with myself.

as I had a bit of a rough night (caffeine and sugar too late into the evening.), I’m treating the world today with a bit more care and quiet.

it’s funny. my meditations of late keep pointing me towards the simple words to “just look. just listen.” It’s nice thinking that whatever is happening before or around me is out of my control and I need only to look and listen in order to be present.

I could observe the whole of it, not just the immediate words, images, or actions. I could see whether it is coming from a place of fear, which likely it often is. It would be nice to let things come together rather than being pushed apart further.

Knowing I can, I guess. There are many people in the world hurting emotionally or physically, knowingly and unknowingly, who want to serve and cannot for whatever reason and knowing I can help to bridge that in any way, helps me to get through my day with quiet and joy.

the capacity to have balance, movement and equilibrium are all possible within me. I am as strong as I think (or not think) I am!

I can continue to have curiosity and wonder and awe towards everything and everyone that comes my way.

I don’t know about what I have been wanting to say for a long time but today I can say that I made a snow angel and that’s a pretty wonderful thing to say. 🙂 happy snow days everybody!

Kindest? It’s difficult to say. My mother has lots of kindness in her though she is a complicated person and it doesn’t always show so clearly. She always gives without reservation though. She loves without expectation or judgment. For her, life is simply about what feels right to her.

Only one day?! Learning to ride my bike comes first to mind. My dad bundled us up in our winter coats even though it was the middle of summer. It was late afternoon and the sun was casting long shadows while he ran behind to hold my two-wheeler up and then that moment when I saw he wasn’t holding on anymore and I was flying on my own! That was a good day.

Of my own life, I hope it to always be one of service to the community. I hope for the world, that it can have trust/stewardship/peace one day.

a moment to look up and see the blue sky and smile. 🙂

I loved the roadtrips we had as a family together when I was little. That enclosed time with an unencumbered road ahead of us. I miss those and try to get in as many roadtrips as I can now with my family.

If I were not afraid, I would move to California right now to start my new idea!