Each moment of thought is like brush strokes on a canvas. With awareness, know what you are creating. A Quieter Path of Peace Things that once seemed secure reveal the uncomfortable truth that life is neither secure nor fair. It’s a one-two punch that will inevitably invite a great deal of self-reflection to evaluate relationships,…

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Change is a slippery thing. It’s inevitable, it’s ongoing and there’s no stopping it. There’s plenty not to like about change. For instance, the changes that come with aging, illness and dying are painful to see in others and painful when we experience our own. There’s loss associated with change and therefore a lot of…

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“Conquer anger by non-anger. Conquer evil by good. Conquer miserliness by liberality. Conquer a liar by truthfulness.” The Buddha (Dhammapada, v. 233) In Tibetan Buddhist art there are many images of deities presented in a variety of forms and colors. Some look quite human with beautiful, peaceful expressions, some have human faces and bodies but…

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His Holiness the Dalai Lama speaks to audiences all over the world, and because it is always relevant, he frequently reminds them that there are now over seven billion human beings on this planet. “Physically, emotionally and mentally our needs and wishes are all the same,” he says. “All human beings want a happy life.”…

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When I was a little girl, probably six or seven years old, I was fascinated by magic. I would take leaves or blades of grass I’d picked in the garden to the pond in our yard, and by dipping them in the water I’d see their colors change from green to silver. I was sure…

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  Mindfulness. Impermanence. Karma. Compassion. Whether or not these words are part of your every-day vocabulary, even if unspoken they are an active part of your life. Several years ago I completed the certification program for Life Coaching at New York University, SCPS. I learned about the Model of Human Functioning; a model that demonstrates…

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August arrived, and with something like celestial clockwork the crickets began their nightly ritual, and the morning breezes sent a flurry of yellow leaves floating like delicate ornaments to rest on the grass. Now it’s September, and I have a friend who threatens to arm herself with a glue gun and paste each leaf back…

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This post is about Borobudur, my grandmother, and something magical that manifests from the realm of imagination. The “something magical” is always available to us when we soften our grip and allow the dynamic force of life itself to support our journey. The photographs you see are of Borobudur, a Buddhist temple in Java that…

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