Category Archives: Discipline

A Tale of Two Hearts

Childish:

Jaded, cynical, & emotionally unbalanced. Keeps the score of everyone else, but keeps no records of personal fouls or mishaps. Always asks, “What about the score?”

Childlike:

Surprised, delighted, excited, & wonderfully wonder-filled. Rarely earns points, but rarely thirsts for a scorecard. Surprisingly asks, “Points? What points?”

The seekers are the finders…and the finders (and they all find something) will walk this journey to the reflecting beat of the music that is beating in their chest.

Sunrise. Sunset. Hand on your heart.

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Numerous Ways to Talk About Learning, Writing, Experience, Response, Meaning, & Clarity.

When words and ideas enter your eyes and then get hidden in your heart, your thoughts, feelings, and actions will eventually change from such exposure.

Grow your capacity so you can hold more of your next experience.

When you open yourself to take something in and then give yourself time to reflect on it, you will -eventually- have a living/breathing response.

When you read and then you write, eventually it all all starts to add up.

Readers are writers. Writers are readers. Reading writers, eventually, fully experience the depths and heights of all of their experiences.

Sponges > Calculators.

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Your Music: Your joy, our joy.

The music is what we get to see, hear, and experience when you bring us the light, sound, tune, and meaning of what you’ve been seeing, hearing, and experiencing.

It’s one big game of ‘I Spy’ we’ve got going here.

Don’t be a spectator.

We’ve both got some joy on the line.

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Forgettable(s).

Gratitude. Nothing opens us to more possibility and authors in awareness like gratitude.

Water. Your body is 60% water. More water leads to a more energy rich life. Try it, you’ll like it.

Work and creative. Nothing creates better sleep than callused hands and a mind that made progress.

Reflection. Just because we’re in the current of the river doesn’t mean we can’t look down and catch a glimpse of ourselves. The river doesn’t stop or change. The stories we live and tell can though.

Love. That verby, viby, experiential love. The kind that has no explanation other than it echoes of a place you know about, but haven’t yet seen.

There’s more here. But let’s start with these.

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