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THE BEAUTY AND POWER OF OUR TEARS

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  “The emotion that can break your heart is, sometimes, the very one that heals it.” Nicholas Sparks   E very time I get overwhelmed, I cry. And, every time I cry, I feel good about myself. I believe, that there is no shame in my tears… I am not at all embarrassed about showing my tears, my fragile veneer. Yes, as long as my tears come from an honest space, I am at peace… I am healed! When I feel grateful, I cry… When I feel anxious and scared, I cry… When I feel joyous, I cry… When I accomplish something, I cry… When I fail, I cry… When people tell me, that I make difference in their lives, I cry… When I feel the touch of others, I cry… When people, who I trust, betray me, I cry… When people, who I love, leave me, I cry… When my child is born, on his every milestone, when he leaves… when he arrives, I cry… I cry on my every ‘prodigal-son experience’… on my every ‘Desert Experience’… When I stand before the vast ocean, behold the amazing hues of...

VOICE VERSUS NOISE ... FEAR VERSUS FAITH

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W e give our best only when we operate from that space within our souls called ‘Faith’. When we operate from there, we come about confident, authentic. And this: courageous despite a quaking heart! On the other hand, when we operate from that space in our hearts called ‘Fear’, we cannot give our best… We come about diffident, not authentic. My friend, Ajit, was telling a group of our P.D. students this evening: “We all have our voices and noises within us. Voice is ours; it comes from deep within… Noise is not ours… It comes from outside. So, we need to learn, early in life, to recognize as to which is our voice from inside and which is the noise from outside. Once you do that, you begin to operate from that zone called ‘Yourself’… Your self-confidence is the reflection of that self-expression. Discovering yourself is discovering your voice.” Two days ago, I had asked one of the participants the question: “Why do you want to be a school teacher?” This 30-year...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...