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Fred❤-Nightmare on Elm Street-Life Lesson💚

(This is a picture I took of the screen of a Kindle while the movie was on pause. It’s not a movie clip even though it looks like it. lol)

“Why are you screaming when I haven’t even cut you yet?”

I wrote this a while ago and forgot to post it! I just remembered it while working on another post about a scary & inspiring movie.

I was watching the newer version of Nightmare on Elm Street one night recently and there is a scene where Fred is about to kill a young boy with his razor fingers. In case you dont know what that movie is(I was assuming everyone does since it’s so old and popular but then realized maybe not. Especially if you’re not into horror stuff), it’s about a bunch of teenagers who are stalked in their dreams, while they sleep, by a man named Fred who has razor fingers and a burned face. Whatever he does to them in their dreams, happens for real. If he slashes their skin in their dreams and they manage to live, they wake up with a cut on them and if he kills them in their dream, they don’t wake up at all. If they get burned in their dreams, they wake up with a burn mark on their skin.

So anyway, I was watching this movie and Fred was after a young boy and he was screaming and Fred said:

“Why are you screaming when I haven’t even cut you yet?”

I laughed when he asked it. Fred asked sarcastically and laughed a sort of mocking laugh. My automatic thought was the kid is about to be slashed to death so of course he is going to be freaked out seconds before it happens, even hours or days before if he knew it’s coming. Fred was looming over him with those razor fingers.

Then a second later I realized something. Freddy actually has a good point.

“Why are you screaming when I haven’t even cut you yet?”

Why are we anticipating something and getting worked up over something that hasn’t happened yet? Wasting current moments that are not even filled with whatever we dread just because future moments will be or may be. Don’t we all or most do this in reality in everyday life? We think about something we have to do later and don’t want to. We think about how much it sucks that tomorrow is Monday when today is still Sunday. We look at the weather forecast and curse the rain or cold when this moment is sunny and warm as can be. We’re late and on our way to work or somewhere else important and are full of dread about the reactions of others when we walk in late, it’s nearing the end of our vacation or day off and we’re thinking about how tomorrow it’s back to work and responsibilities. We have so, so much anxiety about things that have not even happened yet and are ruining, wasting, overlooking this perfect moment right here. It doesn’t even make sense when we really contemplate it.

So it kind of makes sense to be screaming when there is a psycho hanging over us with a knife even before he cuts us. And I’m saying “he” just because Freddy is a man. But a psycho killer can be a female or other gender, of course. Like what are we supposed to do, look around the room and take pleasure in the colors or decorations or look around outside and bask in the beauty of the scenery when we know at any moment, we’re about to be slashed? Actually, that doesn’t sound like a very bad idea, does it? We’re going to get slashed either way so why not make the best of it? Some people are enlightened enough to be able to do this even in the face of their own death or other destruction, but most of us are probably not. Some people do know they’re about to die soon and still take great pleasure in the beauty of life, maybe even more so than before their illness or whatever is coming to take them. So it is possible. It takes a strong, brave, wise mind, which we can build if we don’t already have it. Also, I think it’s usually people who are dying of an illness who can do this because they have a while to process it. It’s probably different when there is someone currently threatening us with violence and we may die a brutal death in a matter of seconds. A stranger did hold a gun to my chest many years ago, and threaten to kill me. It happened so fast and I was too shocked and caught off guard to be scared. After it was over, I was very angry and still not scared. But I certainly was not looking around taking pleasure in the scenery. lol

But this scene in this movie reminds me of all the other, more mundane moments in life we are screaming before we are even cut. Fred was being a sarcastic dick but still great wisdom beneath the ridicule or sarcasm!

“Don’t look for peace. Don’t look for any other state than the one you are in now; otherwise, you will set up inner conflict and unconscious resistance. Forgive yourself for not being at peace. The moment you completely accept your non-peace, your non-peace becomes transmuted into peace. Anything you accept fully will get you there, will take you into peace. This is the miracle of surrender.”

So profound; even just doing this once, it is quite powerful and healing. But if we keep doing this again and again, it becomes a way of life and gives way to a generally peaceful, calm, joyful life. I forget this sometimes and reminders are fantastic! I am not enlightened yet so I appreciate all the reminders I can get.

I am reminded to live in this moment, bask in the beauty of now, even if there is currently little peace. Why throw it away fretting about tomorrow or later today? We can worry about whatever it is when it gets here. The pain, the rain, the hassle, the stress,…leave it where it belongs. In the future. Then when it finally does get here, we can take a few deep breaths and still appreciate the beauty and goodness around and within us. Or have a breakdown, whatever seems right then. But let’s not allow something that hasn’t happened yet to taint this very moment.

What is good right here, right now?

Savor it.

Standing Knee Deep in a River (And Dying of Thirst) – Joe Cocker version

…And I guess we never learn
Go through life parched and empty
Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
Now, the sidewalk is crowded
The city rolls by
And I rush through another day
A world full of strangers
Turn their eyes to me
And I just look the other way
And they roll by just like water
I guess we’ll never learn…

I have said before, horror movies are often packed with wisdom and inspiration or at least have a couple inspiring scenes or themes. I especially seem to notice it with ghost movies. Whether or not that is the intention, they can definitely inspire us along with thrilling us!

Thank you, Fred, for your wisdom! (even though you’re a creepy perv)

If you are a fiction horror movie/book fan, do you see the life lessons, wisdom, inspiration in them or just the thrills? Do you know of any popular horror books/movies, like this, with a line or theme that is inspiring along with all the horror? Or maybe a non-popular one? We get so wrapped up in the thrill or horror aspect, we may overlook the wisdom.

Prayer to Kuan Yin

This is a short meditation music clip I share often on social media. It is my favorite thing. It’s exhilarating and energizing in the mornings and calm and peaceful in the evenings. Perfect for any part of the day and short so we can easily incorporate it into our busy lives or schedules. And for longer meditations if we choose, we can put it on replay. It is so beautiful! And inspiring! It helped me during that six months of hell last year battling debilitating health anxiety. It was six months of Hell on Earth but also six months of love and beauty and happiness and joy. I somehow managed to still experience happiness and joy even with it. And it deepened my love for life even more. And this music/chant here helped. Om mani padme hum is a chant of love.

Much love & light wherever you are,

And big hugs if you like hugs, if not, then I’ll just send you some virtual lovin’❤😁

P.s Thank you, thank you, thank you for the likes on my lasts posts and the blog follows! I will return the favor soon! WordPress is not compatible with the phone I have and it’s hard to navigate, even using the app. It used to be so much easier years ago. And it uses cookies now, which I do not like. It takes me longer to figure it all out now. Thank you! It’s more than just someone liking/reading our posts; it means someone is giving their time and energy to us when they can be doing anything else in the world. That is a couple minutes, you will never get back and you gave them to me. I am beyond honored. ❤

xoxo Kim 💚

Best Days <3

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“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson 

This post is about a day that I can say with complete certainty is one of the best days I ever experienced. I can’t say I have one day that is “the best day of my life.” I have occasions many days that I can say qualify as “the best.” And I don’t think there should be just one or a few days that are the best. I want to make every day as best as possible. Some will be better than others. Some will even suck for the most part and that’s quite alright!

But some days really stand out to me as the absolute best! And Monday, June 1st, 2015 is one such day!

Why do I remember the date? I’m really not sure. Maybe because it’s the first day of the month? Nothing significant happened at all. I wasn’t on vacation. In fact I was at work! How many people can say one of the best days of their life, was at work during the work hours?! Lol But I can! 

There was no “socially acceptable” (for lack of a better way of putting it) cause for celebration. It wasn’t a holiday (that I know of), no hanging out with friends, no graduations, weddings, engagements, job promotions, childbirths, amazing news,…that I was somehow associated with.

It was just a slow, calm, rainy night at work. I was alone, drinking hot tea, reading my zombie-like/apocalyptic thriller which I was loving to pieces. It’s my favorite! I was listening to a few great songs over and over, including Len Barry’s Bristol Stomp. I probably had a headache (because when do I not have a headache?), I did not have much money (because when do I ever?), my grief was still somewhat new (I lost a coworker, who I was close with, to unexpected death in February) it wasn’t my favorite kind of weather (except the rain and it was cooler that night than it has been), it was bordering on Summer. I’m more of a Fall/Winter kind of girl, it was quiet and still and I was waiting for a mystery thriller novel to come out that was to be released in eight days. 
Book 2 of a series by Dr. Carey Baldwin, and I waited seven months for that thing to be released!! Seven months! (and I’m in the middle of another seven waiting for the next! January 2016!) I could not wait! I was so happy that day knowing in just over a week, it would be in my hands (or on my Kindle app to be more accurate). I read it in less than one day!  It’s not a novella or anything, I just read it non stop til it was through. (And so did a few others because when I looked there were already four reviews for the book, just a few hours after it was released! So, it appears I’m not the only fanatic who waited up all night til it showed up on Kindle then devoured it all in one sitting!)   

So my point is that nothing significant at all happened. And the conditions were not perfect to me. Like I said, I had no money, it wasn’t like it was my favorite season, I wasn’t at home being able to do whatever I wanted or on a big fun-filled vacation…yet I can safely say it’s one of my sweetest, most cherished memories. One I will always keep with me.  

I did not want the night to end. I remember I stood up and looked at the clock on the wall hoping it wasn’t nearing 10:00pm because then I would have had to leave. I wasn’t obsessing over the time. I was being mindful that night. But I stole a glance as I leaned against the counter in the store I work at. I remember the exact moment it happened. It was just after 8:00pm. The moment I declared, just in my head though, this to be one of the best days of this life of mine. I even smiled to myself and felt awe at the fact that I can find so much beauty in simplicity and monotony. And as is typical of me, I also felt amused. 

This can seem pathetic of me or absolutely wonderful depending upon the way we look at it. 

Pathetic version: “seriously?! This girl must have nothing going on, must have a very boring life for a night at work with nothing happening to be the best! Omg, How sad!”

Or!

Absolutely wonderful version: “seriously?! This girl must have an amazing life to be able to take an ordinary day, rainy, at work, nothing big going on and STILL find wonder in everything!! Omg!”

Lol

See?! All how you look at it! 😀

Let’s go with option number two though!? ;-D

My whole point? Any old day can be the best and our conditions do not have to be perfect to us, at all to be happy, thrilled, serene, to find love and joy and feel that this moment is absolutely, without a doubt, perfect. We can be in pain, broke as a joke, at work!, with nothing of importance (in a social way) going on and it still be the best!! It’s all about mindfulness, gratitude, and attitude! 

I can’t say for sure what makes a day “one of the best,” really. There were other great days I was in a fantastic mood, reading something sweet or doing something else fun, even in conditions that were more “perfect” to me. Weather I like better, more money that day, something blatantly thrilling happening, out shopping, on a fun vacation, out at a restaurant….and were still beautiful days but did not necessarily stand out to me as “the best” or as great as that day. It’s not always something that can be identified or defined. But attitude and mindfulness and gratitude definitely play a big part. 

“Goodness is easier to recognize than to define.” ~ W.H. Auden

We often tend to think that a “best day of my life” has to be something tremendous like our wedding day, having/adopting a child, getting engaged to be married, graduating some school or program, vacation days, holidays or some dramatic celebration, winning the big lotto,…and it’s fantastic to have those as some of our best days but it’s also ok and amazing to declare a simple, ordinary day as one of those best days! Let’s not hold back waiting for more or better or the perfect conditions, to be happy and consider this day the greatest day of the year/our life! This day is ours to cherish. ❤

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ~ Mary Irion

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I found this image here:
Tina Lewis Rowe – Insights, Information, and Inspiration 

We may think of normal days as boring or plain or mundane and feel the need for something more. It’s ok to want and work for more. But let’s remember to cherish those normal days and keep in mind that one day, we may wish with everything we have in us, that today was just a normal day. People struck with tragedy, illness, pain, violence today….may wish that today was just like any other day. No matter what happens today though, we can find some good if we try. 

And even if a day is really shitty, there can be some happy moments to seize and hold onto! Let’s remember those ones! Let’s create memorable moments each day or most days. Then we can look back and say “Yes! That was the best!” even if we don’t remember the date. Each day, for most/many of us, is probably so mundane, so ordinary, even if it’s fun and happy, that it slips our memory when it ends. If nothing “big” happens, it’s unlikely to stand out later. All those little pleasant moments slip away into oblivion never to be held again. The scent of the flowers that caress our noses as we walk to a store, the comfort of our child or puppy/kitty curling up on us to sleep, sitting in a cafe with a sweet friend, belly laughing at a hilarious joke or something we read or remembered or saw on tv, drinking hot tea, reading a wonderful book on a cool night…these things we appreciate then they’re gone. So let’s be more mindful of them while they are occurring. They are so fleeting. Let’s grasp them. Imprint them into our hearts forever. Make it a point to remember. Take pictures. Create gratitude lists. Publish blog posts/statuses about them, scrapbooking, journaling…or just be genuinely mindful and then we can always remember. 

“Life isn’t perfect but it has perfect moments!”

Much love to you,

Xoxo Kim 😀

30 Days of Photos – Day 17 – {fake people}

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Lol! Yep! Mannequins!

They’re the only fake people I know of! 

Monday, August 17th, day 17 of the 30 Days Photo Challenge, for me, is the day for getting pictures of mannequins!

I walked to the store “USA Blues” and got a few pics of the mannequins in the window. It was hard with the glare and reflections on the windows. I tried different angles and things and most showed up horribly. But I got a couple that are better than the rest!

It took some courage because it was kind of embarrassing taking pictures through a store window and taking pics of their mannequins. I was by myself so it was even more awkward. I was hoping no one would see me! Lol But I got up the courage! It pushed me out of my comfort zone and I am reminded that it’s a good thing to try to do things once in a while that are scary, awkward, embarrassing, uncomfortable, things we’re just not used to. 

Suck it up and go for it! 

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When you see it, you will shit bricks.

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A girl one with no head.

And here are a couple pictures I got the next day:

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Just heads.

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Mannequin bums! Sexy, right?

Ever heard of RealDolls (this is an adult website so if you are extremely young or just don’t like that sort of stuff, it’s probably in your best interest not to click it. There’s lots of dolls in the nude! Lol)? I learned about them in my human sexuality class in college many moons ago. They are dolls, the size of a real human and have all the sexual parts of a real one. And their mouth is human-like. They also look very real. They come in male and female and can move any way a person can but not by themselves. You would have to move it yourself. They are used for romantic and sexual purposes. Some people like to just cuddle with them while others like to do a whole lot more! Lol

The girl ones are very pretty!  

Some people think it’s freaky that people purchase these but whatever floats your boat! No judgment here! Lol 😀 

Fun fact: The phobia of mannequins and other inanimate objects intended to represent sentient beings is called,
Automatonophobia (how it’s pronounced? I couldn’t tell you…).

It’s theorized that mannequins give many people the creeps because, socially, we expect each other to act and be a certain way and when someone seems “different” or not what is considered to be normal, we may not understand it and we often fear what we don’t understand. And mannequins resemble people but do not act like people or how we expect persons to act
. So they frighten people or just provoke a bit of anxiety for some. Also, they may remind some people of a corpse, which can be scary.

They are kind of creepy but I’m not freaked out by them or anything. They’re just plastic and wax and whatever other kind of material. I always loved ventriloquist dummies when I was little and even had one! I used to creep people out with him! Lol 

There are museums of dummies and wax figures and things! I would love to go visit! I don’t know of any in Philadelphia.
If you are in Philadelphia and are afficted with automatonophobia, that’s probably a good thing, as those museums are probably your worst nightmare. :-O

I hope your day/night is going great!

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Much love to you! ❤

xoxo Kim

Wherever you go, go with all your heart <3

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“She’s got a light around her
And ev’rywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her ev’rywhere” ~ Billy Joel

On Saturday I attended a three hour workshop at the Buddhist center I go to and we made Buddhist malas! I’m going to write about those in another post. The workshop inspired me in so many ways. 

Mala beads are beads on a string (similar to Catholic rosaries and ones found in other religions). They are used for recitation of positive mantras to calm or quiet the mind and just to get us in the habit of positive thinking/feeling and stillness. 

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“Let the beauty we love be what we do.” ~ Rumi ❤

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One of the things that struck me and is the inspiration for this post is the instructor’s passion, wonder, and love for the topic of her teachings.

I met her before, her name is Eve, she’s a Buddhist. A lay Buddhist teacher/student. She’s very loving and friendly and funny too, and a musician! 

Her love for her work or the way she conveys her love, to me, seems very rare. It’s like at every second she’s conscious of it.  It reminds me of a professor I had in college, Dr. Ward. All of my professors/instructors, that I remember in college, showed interest, many even passion and love, for the work they were teaching and studying. That’s very likely why they were teaching and studying it. They have some sort of interest in or passion for it. Love and passion for work isn’t rare; there are many people who are absolutely in love with what they do. And unfortunately there are too many people who feel that their work is life draining and like it’s just a dead end job. 

But Dr. Ward, a neuroscientist and my professor for some class about the brain, expressed her passion and love in a different way than I have ever seen before. It actually wasn’t even “expression” necessarily, what I remember is her BEING. Light. Her whole state of existence in the class was love for her subject.

 It’s difficult to explain in words. And what I remember is a quiet but fierce kind of love for her work and the topic of Neuroscience. I would see her warmly smiling to herself often as she was writing on the chalkboard and just her movements displayed a kind of awe of her work and the topic. 
Sometimes she would even shake her head and chuckle in wonder even over the bland-est of details and tasks.
A topic she was teaching over and over, studying year after year after year. It never got old. 

I sensed that she loved/loves not just what she was teaching and studying but the very process of teaching and studying it, every word she wrote on the chalkboard, she wrote carefully, as if mindfully loving the process itself, not merely writing to get to the end, out of an obligation to teach us, or to get out of class as soon as possible. Not even like she was so into what she was doing, like some people can get writing quickly and passionately, she would write and teach as if she was mindfully taking in every moment and loving it.  
 She was cherishing everything involved.   It is beyond just passion. It’s like complete adoration. 

Almost the way a mother feels for her child. Have you ever seen a mom gently stroke her child’s hair or cheek and warmly smile? It’s a passionate, fierce kind of love but also very gentle. And everyone witnessing can feel that love just oozing into the breath of the world around. Or have you ever seen a photo of people, family, a parent/child, lovers, best friends, people and their pets and the photo captures love so well, it just IS love?  The people/animals in the photos just ARE love…

In Dr. Ward’s class, I often felt that the topic of Neuroscience itself was almost something tangible to be gently and lovingly stroked by someone who completely adores and loves it.
It was like she brought it alive. Like her love for it manifested it into tangible existence. She seemed to regard it with reverence. 

Neuroscience is definitely interesting in some aspects but it’s not my absolute favorite topic. 
It can be kind of dry. I can hardly remember the details of nerves, synapses, brain parts and stuff.
It’s awe-inspiring for sure, the way the body works. I love to think and read about it. Some aspects are fascinating.
But I won’t be reading about it very frequently. 
This subject is just not at the very top of my list of favorites, the way Philosophy as a whole topic is. Philosophy is my passion. My love.  Not necessarily as a career/job goal but as a hobby to read and write about.  And neuroscience involves philosophy.
Everything does. Philosophy is everywhere.
Omnipresent.

Also, the doctor and her colleagues did tests on animals, mostly rats, and sometimes they had to kill them, which they claimed was “humane” in the killing method they chose. And she said they weren’t suffering as a result of the brain experiments they did on them, they made sure they were as “comfortable” as possible.
Experimenting on and killing innocent rats, It’s not my cup of tea.
But I liked the class and her.

One of the only things that stands out to me about that class all these years later is the professor’s love for her work. Not just her love, like I said, most of the professors seemed to love their subjects, it was the way I noticed her love it. The way she would embody love. Just the way she loves. (This isn’t to say other people do not love their work and subject the same way and just as much, it’s just that some people’s existence just emits love & light either in general or for a specific thing, in a more noticeable way to some people. I was more receptive of hers for her work, maybe someone else would be more receptive of someone else’s. And there’s other aspects of life to be loving with than work, I meet many loving people in various aspects! )

That and the fact that she had/has a human brain collection in her basement and brought one in, along with a spinal cord, for us to hold. She’s a brain researcher, studying brains and the nervous system. I wrote about her and her brain collection here before. When they were through with the brains, she would keep them for her own amusement. Lol

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The brain I held in my hands was beautiful in every way. In the way it looked, felt, in the way it worked when it was alive, in the way it still had purpose even after the woman’s death who once lived with that brain. And the spinal cord was beautiful as well, the color, the texture, the feel, the purpose it served to the living person and the purpose it served after the death of the person. I am extremely blessed that I got to hold them in my hands. Some students refused to touch them.  It wasn’t required as part of the class, it was just for our own pleasure. 

Dr. Ward’s love for her work seemed to me to go beyond mere interest, beyond passion, even. Like I said, just utter adoration and awe. It wasn’t the words she spoke but the way she moved, her tones, her gestures, and expressions. Her state of being. Her light. 

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The teacher we had Saturday displayed that very same kind of love during our workshop and it took me back to those days in Dr. Ward’s class all those years ago. The teacher, Eve’s, love is so uplifting and powerful just to be in the presence of. It reminds me to be love in everything I do. 

In Dr. Ward’s class I learned a lot of facts. Some incredibly interesting that I still remember, with wonder and pleasure today, some not so interesting, most which completely escape my mind today. 

But the most valuable thing I learned in that class isn’t something academic or intellectual. It’s not about neuroscience. I got like a C or C – in that class and had to do extra credit work just to get basically the lowest passing grade, which is C-. What I was awakened to in that class is wisdom, not intelligence. 

The most valuable lesson I learned in the class is to love in everything I do, and not just love and express love but be that love. Be in the state of love. Be mindful of the love coursing through my veins even if there seems to be nothing and no one before me to bestow it upon. Just bask in my own loving presence. 

I want to be that kind of love not just for my work but in everything I do in this life. 

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“Be love. Be so much love that when others are with you they are love too.”

Be mindful of the journey and not in a hurry to get to the destination. And not just be loving in our work but loving in everything we do even if we would prefer to be doing something else. Even if it’s a task that doesn’t hold our interest. Be mindful of the fact that whatever it is, it’s likely leading to something necessary or good. A boring long drive is getting you to where you have to go. A boring class or stressful day at work is getting you paid or credits you need.
A seemingly pointless hassle may be teaching you a lesson you will later come to realize. Maybe patience or strength or love…
Experiencing even unpleasant things is an indication that we are alive. Cherish it. 

And be loving and mindful of the love with people we are around, whether we know and like them or not. Be loving with pets, friends, family, strangers, all sentient beings, all living things. Love to love, not merely to be loved. Be loving even through pain, grief, despair, anger. Be loving through happiness and joy. 

Be grateful for the purpose that things serve.

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“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.” ~
Markus Zusak

Even if we feel that we can’t or won’t BE love everywhere, then it’s good to BE love in certain aspects of life, if you won’t be loving at work, be at home. If you won’t be loving at home then be at work or with your favorite fun activity or in general.  Be love in your relation to your own self.  We all have love in us but it’s not always at our surface, readily available. Sometimes other things are more prominent at that moment, like anger, boredom, exhaustion, agitation, grief, depression, anxiety, fear, the desire to be right, tiredness, numbness, wishing for something else, jealousy, ignorance, just a lack of passion, a feeling of monotony…

But we can learn to tap into that love more often, summon those loving feelings when we realize we are currently not consciously experiencing it. 

Be love in the most simplest and mundane tasks. Washing our clothes, brushing our teeth, shower….and we will become even deeper love. We will train our brains to be even more loving and happier doing things we would prefer not to have to do. And just doing everyday tasks that are usually no big thrill. 

Dr. Ward’s love for her work and Neuroscience inspired me and still inspires me.  Not to love Neuroscience. This isn’t one of those amazing stories where a teacher inspires a student to fall in love with a subject she never had one ounce of interest in then she grows up and becomes a teacher herself for that very subject. 

I’ll never be a neuroscientist. 

This is my story of how a teacher’s (whether the person is a school teacher, college professor or instructor, or a religious teacher…) love can inspire love in general. And not just a teacher but anyone. You, me, a child or a very old person, a homeless person, a rich person, your neighbor, friend, or sister…anyone.  

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“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” ~Confucius

I will be love everywhere I go. 

Doesn’t this lesson seem even more valuable than any school degree? I think so! It took me a while to learn to apply and practice this life lesson. Sometimes we experience something but do not process it or realize it for many years later. I noticed back then her awe-provoking love for her work and I was inspired but I did not always try to emulate it consciously in most of the things I do.  I’m very thankful for the Buddhist teacher’s reminder on Saturday. She reminded me not in what she said but in all that she IS.

“Whatever you are, be a good one.”

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Sometimes the best reminders and examples are not verbal ones. We are influencing and inspiring and teaching each other in the ways that we live, move, talk, and just in the way we are.

Much love to you. ❤

Xoxo Kim ❤

p.s. I have/have had other professors/teachers/people who inspire me just as much in similar/various ways and they will be in some of my future posts! 😀 ❤

The Beauty of Today <3

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Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” ~ John Ruskin

Today I’m at work drinking hot tea looking out the window on this brisk cool, almost cold, Winter day in Philadelphia. It’s beautiful. I saw this adorable squirrel come out of the trash can here with what appears to be a McDonald’s french fry, hold it in his little paws and eat the entire thing then kept going back finding more, sitting straight up, and eating them with his little hands. It was the most amazing thing to witness. I stood there and watched, awe-inspired. I took lots of (blurry) photos then I just stood and watched, in pure joy. Somehow, I found it so healing.

I haven’t been working much because I only work at a store where we mostly sell ice cream. My boss closes a lot because of “bad weather.” it’s not really bad, just bad for business. And bad for my phone bill. It’s backed up a lot and my phone service has been suspended only temporarily but that’s why I haven’t been posting here much. I have so much to write about! But I use my app to post here, which needs the Internet. I’m using the wifi at work now.

I have been sulking about not working, not just over the lack of money but I just love to work and feel that I “should” be working but I remind myself that there is always a bright side! It’s not good to be out of work but until I get more hours or a new job, I have so much time to do whatever I want (that doesn’t require money lol) more frequently than when I have work. I have been doing art journaling, reading, taking pictures…which I love! but somewhere in my mind, I keep scolding myself for not doing what I “should” be doing…being a responsible adult working.

But since at this moment I don’t have complete control over working or not, I can work on my attitude and look at the goodness still all around, this little squirrel happily eating a french fry!

I feel the life, the passion, the will..and I can’t help but smile. 😀

I’m wishing you much love today and always…

Xoxo Kim