Dear Kristi, thanks so much for your story by which you lead to the essence of loving myself and others. Not very new. A n d how you composed it and lead into it as a Part of Journey is wonderful and I am loving it so much. Easily I can use this as a part of my (new) Affirmation and applying the “just enough exercise” as a way how-to.
In particular I like that part, when you describe these exiled parts also as parts which are carrying potential and not conditions (first you have to heal fully and then….) for expanding my “Being”/skills…… for relating differently to mySELF and to the OTHER.
Love it. Much thanks to you and your skill to write so invitationally, intentionally and evokative.

Dear gratefulnessteam, thanks so much for these e-courses and in particular to keep it on such small amounts, including the offer, if payed more, it will go suport others to attend…..
this is a great intend and more than a worthwhile underlying “Businessmodell”. Keep going.
An additional thought: it would be helpful and supporting the idea of supporting, if – from time to time – you could visualize the Balance – or imbalance – of how it “pays” and “supports” whats needed or requested for.
Thanks for listening

Dear little HEART
due to your description I became aware, that this “little heart” is really the heart of the beat, the breath, the pulse, ….. everything and I bow infront of my heart which I never did before, and accept that it is the highest precious good within my body. You made me aware that my desire to cuddle and hold my heart is relevant to my feeling of being alive, can breath and holding my entire organiszm to be in the world. What a precious heart do I have and maintain within my body.
What a gift.

The cry of the cicada
Gives us no sign
That presently it will die.
Basho

Drawn to this Haiku because the music of the cicada has become so alive back again – due to this Haiku – while I spent 2,5 years in Africa/Kenya in the early seventies. The music of the cicades in particular in the evening/night times has become the my music of remembering back home.
In this Haiku I notice the meaning of HOME as a yearning within mySELF.
Reading this Haiku I experience the my bodymind, which stored this music over 40 years and helps me to remember it. Its a rememberance of meaning. that even the signs/sound I am creating nowadays, doesn’t mean, to die; neither mySelf nor others. Because the sound is so unique, expresses the purpose of itself…. will not die. It’s a reminder of my call.

My brightest light allows me to see everything as a mirror of this bright shining yellow-white light of eternity although it changes every time.
In a world where we all do what we love there is always a smile of seeing the “OTHER” in its meaning of divine.
A world for which we could all be grateful would contribute to PEACE within any breath.
A world where we live in accordance with the truth of our interdependence/freedom we are in our most creative state of being.
Blessings for all of the creators who are acting in th NOW and HERE.

all different kind of wind are connected with images of remembrances. What a gift.
the whisper of wind in the leaves of a bush or tree
the stormy wind rattling at your window at night
the soft breeze, which colls you down during a hot day
the strong wind whihc you can hear in the sail of a boat
the steady wind which will meet you when you are in a forest
the silent wind of touch when you need to meet someone
the whirlwind, which makes the leaves fly h…all different kind of wind are connected with images of remembrances. What a gift.
the whisper of wind in the leaves of a bush or tree
the stormy wind rattling at your window at night
the soft breeze, which colls you down during a hot day
the strong wind which you can hear in the sail of a boat
the steady wind which will meet you when you are in a forest
the silent wind of touch when you need to meet someone
the whirlwind, which makes the leaves fly high
the wind around the corner at the railway station, when your train arrives
the accelerating wind when you left your friend in the train and you are walkiing back the track of the platform
the wind which comes with the water and pitches the wind at the shore – spilling the sand
the wind which comes along with the heavy water breaking at the harbour walls
the wind after ….. supporting the afterglowing of your experiences