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Hi guys,

I write daily about all aspects of my being, elevating thoughts and emotional states at any giving moment.

My notebooks and even Twitter are getting much love as my thoughts and stories are recorded, but I have noticed that almost none of them makes here to my blog.

With that in mind am adding the past seven days tweets (March 28 – April 4) of the thoughts that have been activating my thinking and stimulating deeper thoughts and further writings.


A mindful morning, a mindful day, a life of awareness.


A reflection of our own world through the window of another.

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Changing one’s lifestyle is changing one’s thinking.


There is such a thing as too much, but it doesn’t apply to love, compassion or personal insights.


Only when there is complete silence can you hear what is meant for your ears only.


The reasons are many. As many as any other excuse. Once realized and excepted, move forward with a smile.


Everything came into existence from #chaos, and in chaos, we remain. Chaos is our fuel, but it should never be our master.


Remove the winds from the sails of those lacking compassion, replace them with breaths of unconditional love and encouragement.


What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered. #quote
Ralph Waldo Emerson

And a weed is a plant whose growth can’t easily be contained



Happiness is an inside job. So let’s get to it.


Be the calm in a storm.


Let’s make an effort today.


Today is the first day of a new month. Their names we know and love, yet we have never met them before.


This is our one and only chance to impress upon them a memory of our choosing, a record of who we were and who we aim to become.


People often grow through unexpected trails.


A beautiful world inhabited by such ugliness. What has to be done is obvious…


Every machine has a glitch.


I’m starting to believe there’s a hand of faith gently guiding our choices of which particular paths to take under a specific set of circumstances.


The goal might be same but the path we must take has a direct correlation so what we need to learn on the way.


The word fate conjures thoughts of the Devine, for me, it’s trusting what I’ve indexed, not needing to always know the big picture and listening to what is being told to me through intuition and other sign the universe is sending me.


The Spanish equivalent to ASAP is mañana. Don’t trust anybody who says otherwise. 🙃


Internet shows our world of visible pain


Sometimes I choose to be less mindful, and not the other way around.


I woke up like always. I successfully carried out routines of choice and those forced upon me by choices I’ve made in the past that now move me by default in a way so ingrained, I only realized after the fact and with much effort.

Having mentally caught up with the present. I sit on the terrace with back towards the sun, fresh air in my lungs, unburden by thoughts.

Just like these few lines on paper, I just am.

Blank moments ahead are not allowed to shake me from my present self.

Thoughts fade in and out of existence, imprinting something of relevance, or not.

Now is not their moment, its mine and mine alone!

Ideas and thoughts never fueled, intent never sowed.

Buds of would be blossoming beauty, sources of regret.

Energy disbursed, wasted.

Time, ally to all, no ones friend,

There I was at the door of someone’s apartment with payback and feelings of being unjustly treated, I summoned the inhabitant to the door.

A man opened and I, with my youngest son in tow, gave the man who is now standing in the doorway, an extended nonverbal, non-gestured gaze.

My search for redress was at its climax.

Wait here! I said to my son gesturing that I must enter alone. He was more adamant than I, we both entered.

The door closed behind us and looking back I noticed the man I came to see, the person whom would relief my burden of the unfair treatment I had to endure, had separated himself from me with the help of the now closed door.

He is no longer in his own apartment.

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What might the story of one a grain of sand imprint upon us?

I asked this myself this question in previous writings and couldn’t stop myself from going deeper into thoughts that everything has a purpose, no matter how minuscule.

 

From the beginning of time, according to agreed upon creation theories, our planet was created from celestial gas that was then fused, forming a hot molten globe.

That suggests there was no sand at that time, but instead came into existence as a raw evidence of the pressures of time itself and forces Mother Nature eventually, enforced upon herself.

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Its the first time pen and notepad accompanies me to the sauna.

Will it be different from my voice recorder, which I also fear will succumb to the 120-degree Celsius dry heat?

The lighting is poor, it’s late and it’s my second time today.

It’s partially guilt that brought me back to the gym and spa, a 220-gram bag of m&m’s to be exact, and I’m hoping to sweat some of it away.

Pages curl, and stiffen, at the same time. The ink tracings from my writing breaks and ever so often prompting me to give the pen a good shake.

I continue writing…

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