Month: September 2014

Belongings in the Sand: The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes

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See here on Amazon, available to buy:

Amazon: Belongings in the Sand – The Tale of the Red Heeled Shoes

This is my venture into self-publishing. Amazon makes it very easy now and you can even use a word document. Go to Kindle Direct Publishing to see just how easy it is.

A fictional short story. A tale of misadventure, from the desert between Dubai and Abu Dhabi and the journeys between. A journey like a Kafka joke, could this be real? Juxtaposition of ordinary and surreal. Would I be able to escape unharmed? What was to become of me?

The Meaning of Happiness Changes Over Your Lifetime

Interesting post. According to Frankl though, rather than pursue happiness, one should rather allow it to ensue.

Center for Advanced Hindsight

Swinging Happiness for BlogThe following is a scientific and personal article written by CAH member Troy Campbell about happiness.

One lovely afternoon, I began chatting to my grandpa. I was completely unaware he was about to say something that would change my view of happiness forever.

In the middle of our conversation, I felt a lull so I pulled out the classic question. “If you could have dinner with one person, living or dead, who would it be?” I couldn’t wait to talk about my long list of dead presidents, dead Beatles, dead scientists, and a really cute living movie star. But I was also really eager to hear what he’d say.

Then he simply answered, “My wife.”

I immediately assured him it’s not necessary for him to answer like that. We all knew he loves his wife, whom he eats dinner with every night and was currently over in the other room…

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Adventure

Reblogging this great project. Hello to Nat.

Broken Light: A Photography Collective

Please say hello to first-time contributor Nat, a 70-year-old man who has been interested in photography since he was a kid. He has suffered from chronic depression for many years. Usually the loss of a loved one, rejection, or anything that triggers feelings of low self-esteem can lead to a difficult time ahead. Lately, he is rediscovering the joy of the act of photography, and waiting for that moment which tells a special story to the casual observer.

About this photo: “This b&w street scene with kids was taken in the 1960s on the Lower East Side.

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Advantage of Foresight – The Whisperings

bangkok park swamped by birds

Advantage of Foresight – The Whisperings

You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?

If only?

What if?

Can I can’t I?

I have a certain sensitivity. Not foresight exactly. Sometimes dreams; sometimes messages usually from animals often from birds, especially crows; a knowing without being told a sense of the unspoken in people. It seems to have come down the maternal line. My grandmother had it strongly, she used to get messages from birds, usually doves or pigeons, mainly about a passing. Given that karma will ripen in its own time, I’m not sure how useful it would be. I can try to do things to purify negative karma, listen to the unspoken, the fleeting, the whisperings, be present.

Spring and Self-Care

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Great two days of self-care: Yesterday a trip to the nursery with K to buy especially spring jasmine and to dig around in soil and pots. Today a hair cut and woolies treats, fresh seasonal fruit and a new offering: South African Sago pudding in a pot, reminds me of Ouma. Lovely reminders and seasonal scents. A pretty street, an awesome flower, my table getting overrun with plants, mostly rescues, my lily just about to flower.