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Thinking of Trump and Russian Banks
Follow the money.
–Mark Felt, former FBI Associate Director, aka Deep Throat in the Watergate scandal. |
Whatever you do, try your best to keep a big perspective. Don't let the worries and concerns of the day dominate your thoughts and weigh you down.
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It is important to understand that you get what you think about, whether you want it or not. And chronic thoughts about unwanted things invite, or ask for, matching experiences. - Esther Hicks
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Complete...
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Spine...
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Heart...
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Let it go...
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Women...
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Music...
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Love...
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Home...
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Miracles...
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Immigrant...
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Finest Art...
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Beauty...
Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library and its books Were the stones, leaves, grass, brooks... We learned to do what only the students of nature ever learn, that was to feel beauty. ~ Luther Standing Bear |
Happiness...
Happiness is strange; it comes when you are not seeking it. When you are not making an effort to be happy, then unexpectedly, mysteriously, happiness is there, born of purity, of a loveliness of being... ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti |
Little things...
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed... ~ Kahlil Gibrani |
Transformed...
Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within; Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts; Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end. Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me And becomes itself transformed… ~ Jennifer Welwood |
Goodness...
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She walks in beauty...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! - By Lord Byron (George Gordon) |
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