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The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
A Little, Sort of Lousy Guide to Journaling
Yes, we are all stuck at home and yes, it pretty much sucks. Tomorrow shall be the official day sealing my victorious second month under curfew. I wish I could say that these fifty something days was the most productive period of my whole life. However, it came as a great misfortune that I proved to be the disappointment that I was meant to be.
By Sherelee R. Crawford5 years ago in Journal
Life's Wonderful Messiness Makes It Interesting
Having no recollection of where I was born or the people and places I would have seen there, I can only tell you that I was born in the state of New Hampshire in 1972. But, for all intent and purpose, I'm an Illinois native that's been here for what feels like my entire life. I came from modest means and while my mom did the best she could as a single mother with more issues than Carter had pills, life was difficult at times. Looking back, through the good times and bad, for the first ten years, things were rougher than not. By the time I was ten years old, I had seen and felt death, was the witness in a rape case involving a little girl a couple of years younger than I, and had spent time in the hospital because of family drama.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Journal
Beautiful Lights
In the early 2000’s, I was in an art gallery, and there I saw a painting that had something like what I experienced shortly after my reiki master and I had done a reiki circle together. Well, she wasn’t a master yet, as she had just come back from getting a level 3 attunement. She wanted to give me an attunement for level 3 reiki practitioner as she knew I was a level 2. She wanted to practice right away and even though I wasn’t interested I agreed, as I was curious. I received the attunement and then she told me, “Oh, by the way, you will grieve and re-grieve things for about a month, I was told. Reiki 3 is a spiritual healing and that means we have to grieve what we haven’t to get to where we are meant to be.” “You could have told me before I agreed!” I said. She said, “Then you may have said no. It won’t be a big deal. You will see.” So, there we were, in a reiki circle, her teaching me how to send reiki as a group, as level 3 reiki teachers. Not masters yet but working in that direction. Then she said, “I want to send DJ (medicine woman) reiki as she was not feeling well when I spoke with her earlier today. I must warn you though that she doesn’t like cats.” I thought I knew what she meant as my cat Rose was always right there when we were doing reiki. I wasn’t expecting what happened though. We were sending reiki together when suddenly Rose, jumped into the air, hollered loudly, and took off running. “DJ is here” said Katie, all matter of fact. It didn’t bother me that this happened at the time, as I have pushed Rose off many a reiki table and even shooed her away from under the table still other times. It bothered me later. What did she mean DJ was here?
By Denise E Lindquist5 years ago in Journal
Let's Look On The Bright Side Vocal Media Just Did Us A Favor
It’s been a week since the Vocal community was in an uproar over the word count situation from one of their recent challenges. Do I really need to rehash the details? No, because everyone and their mama knows all about this bit of juicy tea. But I will anyway for those who come across this article in the future, brand new to Vocal and having no clue about the situation.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Journal
An Olympic Management Lesson for Us All
Second place. Third prize. Making the finals, but not placing. Too often, our media calls out those who excel, but come up short. Our culture can turn excellence into mediocrity, even inferiority. Think about it. We regard the loser of the Super Bowl as a loser, not the runner up of the entire National Football League - the top football league on the planet. The same can be said for almost any individual or team that finishes second - or even lower - in any competition, any tournament, any league - anything. Winners win. Everyone else, well...
By David Wyld5 years ago in Journal
Mohandas K. Gandhi Biography
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (Mahatma Gandhi) was born on October 2, 1869, into a Hindu Modh family in Porbanadar, Gujarat, India. His father, named Karamchand Gandhi, was the Chief Minister (diwan) of the city of Porbanadar. His mother, named Putlibai, was the fourth wife; the previous three wives died in childbirth. Gandhi was born into the vaishya (business caste). He was 13 years old when married Kasturbai (Ba) Makhanji, through his parents arrangement. They had four sons. Gandhi learned tolerance and non-injury to living beings from an early age. He was abstinent from meat, alcohol, and promiscuity.
By gopal singh 5 years ago in Journal
Ebony and Ivory
I said goodbye to my dad, hoping it wasn’t for the last time just yet, before getting into the car to be driven to the shuttle that would travel the two hours to the airport. My carry on luggage was heavier than usual because of the piano music I was lugging around in it. Only some of it was actually for professional practice. Most of it was for soothing my own soul.
By Glenna Burdick5 years ago in Journal
How the Arts Have Saved My Life
The arts are beautiful and powerful because they pause the horrific tragedies and mundane realities of life and allow the participant to enjoy a different, more relaxing part of life. The arts I specifically partake in are crocheting and music, both playing and listening to music.
By Mackenzie Larsen 5 years ago in Journal
My Queen Cal Crochet
It’s first thing in the morning, the horses are already fed and there’s a steaming cup of coffee on the table next to me. I pick up my current work in progress and I settle into the couch. Three quarters of the way done, what will become a queen-sized monster of an afghan when it’s completed, is now too big to leave the house with me to help pass the time in waiting rooms. I settle the mass of twisted and looped together yarn across my lap and pick up my crochet hook to continue work where I had left off.
By Kristine Nissel5 years ago in Journal
