TIPS FOR TODAY:
# 1 – Too sweet!
# 2 – Love the part about “what I want also wants me, is looking for me…..”
# 3 – Great image and text……
“A true healer does not heal you; she simply reflects back to you your innate capacity to heal. She is a reflector, or a loving transparency.
A true teacher does not teach you; she does not see you as inherently separate from her, or less than her. She simply reflects back your own inner knowing, and reminds you of the vastness of your being. She is a mirror, a signpost.
And love is the space in which all of this is possible; love heals, and we learn best in a loving field, no threat of failure, no punishment.”- Jeff Foster
Art by Tang Wei Min
# 4 – And this quote from Abe is an interesting tie-in with Tip # 3…..
True healers know that wellness is the order of the day, so they do not allow themselves, even for a moment, to see anything other than that. So, the power of the healer is in the power to influence the one who needs to be healed into a vibration that allows the healing that they are summoning. (that they could get, even without the healer, but they can get faster with a healer’s influence) –Abraham
# 5 – Be sure to check out the latest post at Self-help Health for two delicious sounding recipes, a great deal going on at Raw Food World, news about The Soul of Healing Summit and more…..
# 6 – And to end on, a great stimulating, insight-filled post from Stephanie Raffelock titled Dancing With Your Dreams that starts off with this…….
Second Chapters–I know them well. The invention and reinvention of your self, each time trying to get life a little more right than the last time. A longing goes with that, an undercurrent that flutters in the heart that one day all of the jagged pieces of your jigsaw puzzled life will somehow make sense, fit together and reveal the big picture. I cannot mark the day that the picture came into focus, or a specific time where I wondered what would happen to me if I just forgave myself? There was not a celebratory realization or enlightenment. No, the process was slow and tedious, painful and sweet. Then one morning as I sat on the couch with my tea, staring into the fire, I realized that I was living the life that I wanted to be living. And somehow the dense forest of sufferings and sorrows, the thickets of doubts that had tripped me up, parted to reveal a light that shone on hard-won satisfaction for the trails that I had traversed with some awkwardness and some grace . . . and I knew that this was my time to dance. (Read the rest of the post here.)