Month: May 2015

A Selfish Life Context


Welcome! Today I’m writing the third article in my series on “Being impeccable with my word!”, and also responding to a blog prompt from my friend Sreejit — “Going to Church”.

When I was seven to nine years old I believed very strongly that there was some change or transformation I needed to make. I needed to change something about myself so that God would love and care for me. I was pretty sure that it all started from there. If I had God on my side all the people in my life would just follow suit. They would never treat me badly. I was desperate to reach into myself and do whatever needed to make it so God would make me “one of his.”

I prayed very hard; made many trips to the Altar at church; told people whatever I thought was the right thing to say.

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The power of my word and my relationship with it


Welcome! In my last article I mentioned I’d be doing a series on the agreement Don Miguel Ruiz challenges us to make with ourselves,

“Be impeccable with your word!– Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean.  Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of Truth and Love.”

The first one was on Negative Self Talk

This time around, instead of looking at the negative effect the word can have on my self, I’m diving into the power my word. (more…)

Regarding Some Manifestations of Negative Self-Talk


Welcome! Today I’m starting my first blog series. The next several articles are really an investigation into the agreement Don Miguel Ruiz challenges us to make with ourselves,

“Be impeccable with your word!– Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean.  Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of Truth and Love.”

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Mything


Welcome! Today I’m going to try my hand at writing a myth. My friend Sreejit has put me up to this with his latest blog prompt “DungeonPrompt”. I’m feel up to the the challenge. I present to you my myth.

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My feet, legs, and stomach ache but I can’t stop. My hands ache from holding the sack of sand over my back. I can’t taste anything but dust. The stirred-up dust from every other sore foot attached to hurting legs. It’s my dust. It’s my world, this place. It’s my life, this step. It’s my duty, this bag on my back. (more…)