#BeWoW Day – So What Unites Humanity?

I mulled over in my mind all night, what the best way to unite humanity could be.

I dreamt of kindness and saw a magnificent sight.

People were compassionate and kind to one another.

They embraced and smiled, as they shook hands.

I loved seeing all the random acts of kindness.

These random acts grew and spread to others.

I was filled with gladness.

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And then, I woke up.


Give it a try! Here are 100 Random Acts of Kindness from 100 Things To Do

100 Random Acts of Kindness

Thanks for stopping in on Be Wonderful Wednesday! I look forward to seeing you all again. Join Ronovan Writes and tell us what you think unites humanity.

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Mindful Monday-Are You in a Mindful Frame of Mind?

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Welcome to Mindful Monday!  I have found that being mindful encompasses the act of being watchful, aware, wary, heedful, alert, careful, or attentive, in whatever area in my life I feel it applies to.  Each week I try to self discover new things about myself.  This week, I am going to share 7 Things Mindful People Do Differently:

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Mindful Monday is all about getting in touch with your own goals about mindfulness.  This past week, I worked hard on getting all the tasks completed that I thought were important for the week.  I met most of my goals, however life got in the way for some.  There is nothing you can do about life and the way things shake out sometimes.  You know what?  I let people know that I would not be able to make the deadlines this week for a few things and then… I moved on!  I did not beat myself up, instead I accepted my imperfections and accepted that sometimes life just happens.  I lived in the moment and then let it go.

In fact, when I looked back at everything I did accomplish last week, I realized that what I thought were imperfections were simply snags in my path in life.  I had completed a fantastic amount of work around the house, (the painting should be done tomorrow Smile) and I had written some fabulous posts for my blog.  I actually appreciated what I had accomplished!  This was a fantastic feeling.  Show yourself gratitude for the person you are becoming.

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I have continued to practice mindful eating and the results are starting to pay off.  I drank 5 glasses of water a day, which is fantastic for me.  This has helped me recognize that I was more thirsty than I was hungry!  I am paying attention to my body.  Sounds simple right?  That is the whole idea with mindfulness.  The more you pay attention to, the more you understand about yourself. 

What are your mindful goals for this week?

Remember, this is not a challenge.  This is an offering of support.  If you would like to join in with your own Mindful Monday goals you can do so in the comments, or on a separate post of your own making.  If you want to link back to my post, please feel free to do so however, it is not necessary.  My main objective here is to give and get support to become more mindful of the things I take for granted in life.

Thank you for joining me in my pursuit of becoming more mindful.  I appreciate your support!

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RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #32 Rare&Harsh

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Many thanks to Ron, of Ronovan Writes for sponsoring this great Haiku event each week.

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Sugar – one of the Pomeranian Sisters that graces us with her love.

Uncommon beauty –
this compassion in your soul,
a stark certainty.

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Thanks for stopping by for a quick visit.  I always enjoy seeing you!

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I Choose Compassion

One of the highest teachings of the Buddha is that of compassion.

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What exactly is compassion?  John Makransky, PhD in his book entitled, “Compassion in Buddhist Psychology,” says compassion is a companion to empathy.  We as humans sense others pain, and we look for ways to alleviate this pain.  When we look at the world filled with compassion we are able to understand the causes of suffering and naturally we wish to create an atmosphere of healing.

#Rohingya_name @DalaiLama please tell the misguided people who refers to themselves as Bhuddist to spare a few Rohingya Muslim lives in Burma

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That is what the movement called, 1000 Voices for Compassion is all about.  Join in and spread compassion throughout the world today.

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How will you show your compassion for all of humanity?

Thank you for stopping by to visit today.  Until next time,

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday–Dowager Countess of Grantham- Downton Abbey: 2015-8

Welcome!  This is an open invitation to join in on my blogging event called, Writer’s Quote Wednesday.  This is your chance to highlight your favorite author’s quotes that give inspiration to you as a writer.  By sharing your quotes, we will all gain insight and inspiration to propel us forward in our writing careers.

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Let’s get more in-depth with the quotes and the author of the quote, by adding names of books, poetry, and music to the mix. Tell something about the author to engage us with the quote.

A quote from a piece of music is just as inspiring as a quote that you read in a book.  You can provide images of music with the words, or a portion of a song with an image. Get creative!

Be ready to participate with videos and words, photos, and any other media you care to share.  I would love to hear some quotes spoken or even sung! Please make sure and give credit to the author of the quote. If it is an image quote you found on the internet, please say where you found it.

There are no rules to follow.  Either create your own sayings (because after all, we are all writer’s here) or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration.  Just make sure that credit is given for other’s work.  You can use Fotoflexer or Picmonkey, or any other program that you wish to make your own images.

Each Wednesday, I will post the prompt and all you have to do is participate! You have from that Wednesday until the following Monday night to post your quotes. That will give me time to do a weekly wrap up and the new quote for the following week.  On Tuesday I will post a Weekly Recap of the past week’s quotes with links back to your blogs.

I will share your images on social media for added exposure.  Copy the badge above and include it on your own post.  Tag your post on your own blog as “Writer’s Quote Wednesday,” so we can find the posts in the reader.

On your own blog post do a ping back to this post and make sure to “like” or “comment” on everyone else’s post.  A ping back is when you embed (or copy)  the http:// address of my weekly prompt into your own blog post.

Make sure to check my weekly prompt to see if your entry is there.  You can copy the http:// address of your blog post and include it in the comments section of my original weekly prompt if that works better for you.

If you do not do a ping-back, please post a comment on this post with a link to your post so I can find your quote. Please only post to this prompt post. Thanks so much.

Get creative and have fun!

My quote this week is from Dame Maggie Smith, on Downton Abbey, Season 5, Episode 7:

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(Image Credit: Dame Maggie Smith, in character as the Dowager Countess of Grantham)

“A lack of compassion can be as vulgar as an excess of tears,” said to Lady Mary, in regard to Lady Edith on the recent loss of her boyfriend, Michael Gregson.

I love Downton Abbey!  I especially like the old fashioned Victorian-like common good sense of this quote.  It still has a place in our world today.  It speaks of controlling one’s emotions and behaving in a respectable manner.

Compassion seems to be the one thing that is lacking in our world today.  However, there seems to be a great amount of drama and tears prevalent instead.  I have always thought it best to have some of both and follow a middle path.

What quote spoke to you this week?

Join in and tell us how.

Thanks for visiting today.  I am so happy I got a chance to see all of you,

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Mindful Monday–Live Within Each Moment

In my weekly feature called, “Mindful Monday,” I like to share my views on becoming more ‘mindful’.  This encompasses the act of being watchful, aware, wary, heedful, alert, careful, or attentive, in whatever area in my life I feel it applies to.

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Last week, I worked on “mindful-eating.”  I slowed down and took my time, chewing and savoring my food.  I did try to sit at the table more, and not eat in my creative room while I was blogging.  I would say for the most part, my week was successful.  I found out that I could eat my salad with chopsticks, which was an enjoyable experience, and it helped me to slow down my eating.

This week my focus is going to be about dealing “within the moment.”  I am writing my first book .  It should come as no great surprise when I tell you that I expect too much of myself.  I push too hard, and then tire myself out. My creativity stalls and I am just… stuck, immobile.  When I talk about dreams, I am not kidding you. I do some of my best writing subconsciously.  It is not unusual for me to mull over plots, characters, scenes, all within my dreams.  However, this is tiring and I need boundaries.  I must work with my creativity – not against it.

Today, I practiced taking deep breaths and slowing myself down.  I worked on some good old-fashioned brain storming and wrote down many new ideas.  I realized that there is no time constraints on my writing.  I can take my time and move forward slowly.  Just because I have an unproductive day does not mean that I cannot write, instead it is a signal to slow down and live in the current moment knowing that this time will pass, and my creativity will return.

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My mindful plan for this week is to pace myself and live within each moment and take it for what it is… only a moment in time that passes quickly.  I plan on taking care of me this week with compassion, love, expanding my ideas and taking a breath!  I will slow down and appreciate my self-worth!

Do you find yourself in similar circumstances?

My mantra for this week is:  Enjoy the pleasant and unpleasant because each will soon change.

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This is not a challenge.  This is an offering of support.  If you would like to join in with your own Mindful Monday goals you can do so in the comments or on a separate post of your own making.  If you want to link back to my post, please feel free to do so however, it is not necessary.  My main objective here is to give and get support to become more mindful of the things I take for granted in life.

Gratitude and mindfulness go hand, in hand, so I would like to make this post part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.  Click here to learn more about Colline’s blog.

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Peace and Joy to everyone this week,

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The Color of ME

 

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I am a conundrum of color

an aura scattered – patterns infused –

Tinting the simplicity of me.

Therein the mystery lies;

a vision, or an apparition that twists within the

boundless possibilities of me.

I am a continuum of shades that transform

And create, all the while

My hues tinge the compassion of me.

My color is love.

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The Red Umbrella

It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!  This post is part of the Daily Prompt at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sudden-downpour/.

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I stood just inside the door of the shabby antique store, as tiny rivulets of rain poured from my hair and clothes.  A large puddle of rain water spread beneath my feet.  An ancient old man with hair exploding out of his ears was looking at me kindly.  “May I help you my dear,” he asked?  “Looks like you got caught in the rain storm.”  The old man caught my gaze and said as comfortingly as he could, “I know just what you need – an umbrella!”

I was disheveled and still dripping wet as I stammered, “Th-Thank you.”  I knew I was making a mess of the old man’s floor however, I felt helpless to look away from his kind eyes.  They crinkled at the corners as he gently smiled.  He continued to meet my level stare and said, “I always know what people need when they come into my store.”  In his hands he held out an old red umbrella.  It was a bit tattered at the ends where the stays poked out. Otherwise, it seemed to be in good working order.

I did not want to step forward to where the old man was standing for fear I would leave puddles in my wake so, I just stood there – my feet rooted to the wet floor.  I felt stupid standing there staring like that.  The old man came forward and handed me the umbrella and kindly said, “Here take the umbrella.”  “You can have it for free.”  “I know this is what you need.”

I reached out and grabbed the umbrella.  The minute I touched it I felt a tingly sensation in my arm.  I was flooded with the most wonderful feeling.  I felt giddy with joy. I was almost manic, my high was so intense.  The old man met my eyes again.  We exchanged some kind of telepathic mind expansion communication of the purest form in that last parting look between us.  We never spoke again.  There was no need.  His simple act of kindness spoke a multitude of languages in my head.

With the umbrella in my hand, I turned and walked out the door.  The storm had abated somewhat and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds.  I opened the umbrella and walked down the street as the rain continued to spatter against my shoes.  Cars drove by splashing water on the sidewalk with their tires.

At the end of the block I turned left and walked the rest of the way to my apartment all the while thinking about the red umbrella, a gift from the old shop owner.  How kind he was to give me the umbrella so I would not get semi-drown in the rainstorm, I thought. People are not that kind anymore I mused. I felt strangely warm inside.

My apartment was just up ahead. As I grew closer I could see into the shadows of the stairwell to the lower level of my apartment building. In the corner a dirty woman was crouched. She was homeless by the looks of her tattered clothes. She held a wet newspaper in her hand trying to shield herself from the rain. Her hair was frizzy and stuck out in all directions.

Normally, I do not look at the homeless people I see in the city. To be frank I am afraid of them. So many are mentally ill these days that you do not know how they will behave. I choose to pretend they are not there. I look right through them and pass quickly.

Today was different. The woman looked at me, and I stared back at her, my breath quickening. When I looked into her eyes I saw the eyes of the old man from the shabby antique store. Her eyes crinkled at the corners just like his with tiny wrinkles spread out like sunbeams.

I smiled first and held out the red umbrella to her saying, “Here take the umbrella.”  “You can have it for free.”  “I know this is what you need.” I stood there in the shadows with the rain falling gently around me.

The old woman reached out and took the umbrella from my hand. We both stood staring at each other with those silly smiles on our faces. A peaceful sereneness seemed to come into the old woman’s face and she said, “Thank you for your kindness.”

I smiled back at her, turned and walked into my apartment. I knew I had done what the old man had wanted me to do. When the umbrella was no longer needed by me, I was to give it to someone else who needed it. I knew that the homeless woman somehow understood that wordless message too, even though we had not exchanged those words. I just knew it.

As I made a cup of tea, I looked out the window. I could see the homeless woman walking down the street with the red umbrella protecting her from the cold rain that continued to pour down on the greasy city streets below. A wind had picked up and was blowing newspapers across the street.

When the woman got to the homeless shelter at the end of the block I saw her hesitate at the entrance door. She looked as if she was talking to someone as I squinted through the rain spattered glass to try and get a better view.

Still sipping my tea, I watched the old woman in the distance. She handed a young homeless man the red umbrella as she walked into the front door of the shelter. The woman stopped and turned. She looked back at me from a block away as she flashed the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life.

 

(Image captured from http://www.redbubble.com/people/becx/works/7183920-dreaming-of-red-umbrellas on 7/28/14).