Tag: voice
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First Impressions

Featured Image – upsplash.com Do first impressions count? The image of the person I meet for the first time seems to become lastingly printed on my mind. I’m sure you’ve heard people say, “I never forget a face,” or “Have we met before?” I don’t know why I feel first impressions count, but it’s worth
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Silence

“It has been said that nothing in this world is so like God as silence. All you have to do is pay attention to it.” Eckhart Tolle– The Power of Now Journal. March 12, 2024 “To listen to the silence, wherever you are, is an easy and direct way of becoming present. Even if there
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Christmas Carol

It’s that time of the year and our writers group gave me this title as a prompt. I guess the idea might have been for something traditional but I decided to be a little different. When she became aware of the more profound matters of life and began to spend much of her time alone,
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Instead of Watching The Thinker

Feature Image: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/484699978644748501/ The Power of Now Journal – Eckhart Tolle. Instead of ‘Watching The Thinker,’ You can also create a gap in the mind stream simply by directing the focus of your attention into the Now, just become Intensely conscious of the present moment. September 23, 2023. In following Eckhart Tolle and reading his
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Fork in The Road

When we reach a fork in the road ahead, we are forced to decide: Which road do I take? As surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, so will the fork in the road appear tomorrow. Often it appears many times in the day. When faced with this decision, we have two choices: take the
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Trail of Wilderness
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I? Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder. Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind
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The Other Side of Bad Attitude

“Excuse me, that suitcase is mine” a very concerned gentleman with raised voice, lower down on the baggage conveyor said anxiously. “No sir, its mine”. I retorted, somewhat irritated by his attitude and particularly the level of his voice.

