Archive for 'Inspirational Quotes & Poems'
Two Wolves Inside Us: a Cherokee Story
Posted on10. Feb, 2010 by admin.
One evening an old Cherokee Indian told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.’
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?’
The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one you feed.’
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I Think I Can
Posted on14. Jan, 2010 by admin.
I am smart and capable in your eyes When possibility appears Your mindful listening, gentle words Delight in what you do, Form the matrix that supports me As I climb and try, Try and correct, try and correct. And I think I may, and then I will Until I think I can I think I can! Without a should and never a why, You knew I could And then, I did. Joyce Strong January 14, 2010Continue Reading
The Process of Improving
Posted on16. Dec, 2009 by admin.
There is a line in the song “Cherry Bomb” by Jon Mellencamp: “We were young and we were improving.” My version would be, “We were improving, felt like we were still young.” I’ve discovered it is the process of improving that keeps me feeling young, vital and having a sense of purpose in my life. Like that old oak outside my window, I’m still growing and it’s all good!
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…I’ll meet you there
Posted on15. Dec, 2009 by admin.
Out beyond the ideas of right-doing or wrong-doing there is a field- I’ll meet you there.
–Jelaluddin Rumi
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Fully Alive
Posted on15. Dec, 2009 by admin.
I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, To allow my living to open me, To make me less afraid, more accessible, To loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; To live so that which came to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom and That which came to me as blossom, Goes on as fruit. —Dawna Markova
