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Pretzel sticks with black cherry yogurt make a great combination
Compassion means reminding someone of their inherent worth when they forget, are in pain, or lost.
Women should celebrate their ambitiousness and the willingness to put in effort to get what they want without men feeling scared and put off.
Monica Lewinsky is still reliving the trauma or 20 years ago - I doubt Bill is. He probably processed it with his wife in therapy - she had no one to bear witness and rebuild with.
Is rejecting the patriarchy a good reason not to have your father walk you down the aisle at your wedding? Why would someone make all the guests at her wedding eat vegan and gluten free just because she is? Does making extreme statements about yourself actually mean you're not yet able to delineate where you end and the world around you begins and so you place up dividers? Is this just an expression of ego and illusory separation where love and connection ought to appear?
Learning how to love, remembering you are inherently lovable, and learning how to receive love are the only ways to experience love. Seeking it will not help you find it.
The sunlight beaming into my windshield as I drove to work this morning actually put a giant smile on my face.
I can't wait to be on a beach in 2 weeks.
I wonder if my daughter would like a summer camp where she takes care of animals on a farm for 2 weeks. Is it weirdly Amish of me if I sign her up?
It's strange how connected we all are as people, and the ones we are closest to - sometimes you can feel the energy of their experience if you allow yourself to be open enough. Sometimes you make manifest their desires, sometimes you react to their pain, and sometimes you know exactly what they are thinking.
When you can love everybody, you can love one. When you can find gratitude for one, you can find gratitude for all.

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