While rushing through my morning routine I was surprised with a little tid bit on a morning radio show. First, they dangled the carrot: According to their source, 1 minute of a certain activity was equal to the stress relief gained from a 33 minute massage! I hate when they hook me like that, when I really need to head out the door, and instead I linger just a bit longer to hear what the mystery answer is. More efficient than a massage?! In my world, nothing can beat a massage; it's the best gift anyone could ever give me, hands down. If there was stress relief equivalent to that tranquility, I had to know what it was. When they finally revealed popping bubble wrap was the grand
Since we're hosting family holiday extravaganza at our place this year, we went all out and pitched a tree in our living room. Our dog was ecstatic; you could see it in his crazy eyes as we hauled the tree up the stairs..."Big stick for ME?!" Once we got it into his head that, no, we weren't going to let him tear and devour this $40 decoration, the trimming began!
Ornaments, ornaments, ornaments. One by one they were all unwrapped and hung just so. Last night with all other lights off, I stood in the hypnotic glow of the tree's lights and slowly circled around admiring those ornaments. Some have come from childhood, some as gifts from family and friends, and some from a decade-long
AMORC's Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum in San Jose, California.
The grounds and exhibits at "Rosicrucian Park" are magnificent and worth a trip.
The statue at the front is of Taweret, goddess of childbirth and fertility.
Years ago, while I was living in San Diego, California, I was a member of AMORC. AMORC, calling themselves the Rosicrucians, was then headquartered in San Jose, California. They became famous for advertising everywhere, and to this day I contend that their instructions give a good but simple liberal arts education, especially for those who did not attend college. Most people know about their home training. I was told that this was the brainchild of their (modern) founder,
During walking meditation, during kitchen and garden work, during sitting meditation, all day long, we can practice smiling.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
Previously I had posted on being true to your mood and how I have always struggled with the idea of smiling when it isn't a reflection of what I am actually feeling. There was some great feedback, both for and against, and I knew that discussion wasn't the end of my exploration on the topic. Since then I have come across quite a few articles on smiling, smiling, smiling, but it all felt superficial. I still wasn't convinced. Nothing was quite hitting home for me, but my mind is always open to the possibilities.
This morning I read an article by