I affirm that… I radiate confidence, certainty and optimism. I am blessed with vitality and excellent health. Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,… Read more »
I affirm that… I trust the Divine to guide me into always taking the best decisions for my life. I am filled with deep, tranquil and persistent hope regarding my future. I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing, And I look at flowers and I smile… I don’t know if they understand me… Read more »
Lack of inner certainly fosters imbalance and instability. With a constantly shifting core, your perceptions become random and inconsistent- and that upsets you further.
Your Integrity is your loyalty and commitment to truth. It is a statement of your respect for yourself. You are honest because you respect yourself too much to be not.
I’m genuinely and mightily amused- and have been, for a couple of days. This is the kind of amusement that will always retain a pocket of privacy, no matter how widely and verbosely one describes it to the world. More than the public part, it is this irrevocably private fold that is sending me into paroxysm of undiluted hilarity. There’s… Read more »
I remember Shalini as if it was yesterday. I was in my first job, a systems trainer. She was my student, the kind who asks endless questions. I remember the looks of exasperation on the faces of the other students each time Shalini shot to her feet. Not that she noticed, or could have given a damn if she had…. Read more »
When you have a deep respect for someone or something, you have Reverence for it. This deep respect is a sum total of many emotions. It has admiration, esteem and awe; there is an aspect of devotion in it and more than a tinge of worship. You look up to that person or thing; you feel blessed to be able… Read more »
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child’s work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, ‘I’m drawing God.’ The teacher paused and said, ‘But no one knows what God looks… Read more »
My eldest one came, pulled up a chair and flopped down on it. She had just returned from her painting class. I knew something was bothering her, or she would have proceeded to her room to change and freshen up before talking to me. I was in the middle of writing a tricky kind of paragraph so continued writing. Which… Read more »