Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m 55, and not a lot of wisdom to show for it! Perhaps, I need another twenty years on the planet. Although, I do talk less and listen more the older I get. But that could just be the result of many years in therapy. My therapist listens well to my words and even better to my silences. I had a neighbor once who would remain silent after you said something in a conversation. It was rather unhinging at first. Then, I realized that he was actually thinking before he spoke. This was a foreign concept to me. But I’ve adopted his style. Perhaps I unhinge others now. I remain silent but smile at times. Do I appear wise or idiotic? I am not sure! But, I am sure I am both these things at different times. Knowing this is surely the beginning of wisdom.
Please feel free to comment on how you feel wiser now.
We are usually kind to others, but need to be reminded to be kind to ourselves…
Reblogged from Gentle Kindness
Self Kindness and Regulating Your Mental Tapes.
I personally don’t feel that this video proves this. Click the link below and see what you think…
Reblogged from Pussycats3
Cats ARE Smarter Than Dogs ….. See Below:.
I awake and am already overwhelmed and exhausted by early morning dreams. Like a traffic jam, images and thoughts and feelings crowd my head. Oh, its another day and I am less than thrilled. Quickly, I sit up so I won’t fall back asleep and into the dream. Shaking my head — trying to clear a path — doesn’t work. I’m relieved to realize that at least I don’t work today because its going to take hours to function. Gingerly, holding the railing, I walk down the stairs into the kitchen and press the button on the old coffee maker. No one else is at home, I realize with some relief. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing me like this. Grabbing the cup of coffee, I head to the computer to read blogs I regularly follow. The fog starts to roll away as I see what’s new with these people who I am getting to know. We visit each other’s worlds for a time. I push the like tab on a few and even comment on one. This fellow-blogger responds back and we are having a conversation — a meaningful one. Suddenly, I become aware of the breeze through the screened window and the sparrows chirping outside. It’s another day and I am okay with that.
“Caps for Sale” was probably my favorite children’s book growing up. This book was also responsible for creating a love of monkeys in me. This past Sunday, I had the pleasurable fun of seeing it come to life at the Brookfield Zoo in Chicago, Illinois. After traipsing through the heat and humidity and seeing lions and tigers and bears (and some beautiful and graceful giraffes), I entered the air-conditioned primates exhibit. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but spider monkeys! There seemed to be at least fifteen of them swinging from tree to tree and scampering about and chasing each other.
I stood entranced as I imagined them stealing the peddler’s caps and copying his motions. The years fell off of me as I regained my child’s heart.
The pages of this beloved book had sprung to life. I was under a spell of enchantment. I found it incredible that these monkeys were acting like the monkeys of my imagination. I don’t know how long I stood there watching under their spell. My friends (that I had come to the zoo with) spoke to me, reminding me there was a lot more to see. And there was. But nothing was comparable with the magic that the spider monkeys had held for me. I always knew that books enrich life but now I saw how life enriches books.