Here’s an out-of-the-box idea: thoughts are a form of energy. They burn calories. I remember reading that 20 minutes of study burns the same amount of calories as a walk around the block.I have no idea if that’s actually true,
All is One. Does this universal premise exist in your sense of reality? It’s been explained this way: all Life is connected, one to each, through filaments of energy. I think of delicate laced spiderwebs. The lightest vibration is felt
Ever find yourself at the oddest moment, thinking about a loved one that has passed? And shaking it off because it’s so random?Everyone’s done that. It’s a much more common experience than one realizes.Gently, I propose the next time it
Doing something you don’t really want to do? But you’re doing it, anyway…cool. I don’t know whether it’s a matter of maturity or adulting – or stubborness
“Intention is everything.”Hmmm…This always makes me pause.Why do we do the things we do? Daily, once in a while or consistently, our intention sets the direction for the path we create.How much of it is for our own benefit vs
Finding passion. Is it in your life? It’s so much more than an emotion, isn’t it… Sometimes I get a taste of the sheer elixir of passion and it fills me for a good while. I know what you’re thinking…! But I’m talking about my inner Light switch that floods me with joy – music!
You know, the ESP thing. What the movies hype, what TV shows sensationalize. It’s real. Like, Real real, to me, and to so many. (But it’s only a story unless you experience it, yourself!) My mentor Sandra R. often taught
Sight…to see or not to see…is that the question? :)Easy to take this to its most basic form: eyes interpret the world around us. But how does one see beyond the obvious? At what level of awareness does the soul
Taste.Oooh, what a gift it is, to enjoy a meal of such flavour and texture that one can only concentrate, bite by bite, on the experience. Delicious.I learned to ‘taste’ my food in France. There was a young father teaching
Touch. Let’s imagine the lightest touch possible that you’ve ever felt… Was it the trace of a tickling breeze over fine hairs? Was it the barely-there breath of a lover warming the air on your skin? Was it the tiniest