The joy of life lies in a grateful heart.One who learns to see good in everything,everyone and every circumstance lives counting blessings.No matter who or where you are in your life today. Gratitude increases joy and diminishes pain,guaranteed!
Patience,Persistence and Practice of the few simple gratitude laws brings one to unimagined Peace. The byproduct of a grateful heart.
Life is living. To remain intact during the ups and downs of life, to filter and decide what is good for me and what is not. Instinct harnessed, skills and abilities enhanced are the wheels of being. Life is a journey as exciting or tedious as I want it to be!
Life is now. Have put aside negative crippling thoughts and gaze at the positive possibilities as a natural choice of a grateful heart. Heartache lasts as long as it is fed. I Believe ‘This too shall pass.’ And it does!
Life is full. With what I fill it is my choice. No matter the odds. There is always a choice to be made and consequences to abide. I choose to change what I can in myself and welcome abundance into my life.
Life is attitude. Said goodbye to martyrdom and bid farewell to the restricting ‘never’ and continuous ‘fear’ as I acknowledge the gifts life is offering. The ‘angry monster’ I shooed out of my thoughts and welcomed feelings of joy and gratitude.
Life is what I say it is. I watch what words are coming out of my mouth.Be alert as thoughts become effects.Speak and receive it then.Actions should coincide with desired outcomes. It is as simple or as complicated as I want it to be.
I am living and I am learning!
WELCOME 2010! It is my kind of year! Full of possibilities to laugh heartier, love always, act freer, take less, give more, fret never & help evermore.
I will be me. It’s a good day when I am challenged to be myself in spite of another’s words and behavior making a smile, the glow of peace.I will tell of the efforts of children. I imagine a tragedy it will be, the day I am at a loss of words to praise another human beings endeavor, be it a child or adult.
I will listen in compassion and empathy to another’s woes thus affording openhanded pearls of dignity. To me a tear is the flowing pearl of human heartache. Consolation is found in a hands-off ear. Listen but bridle that tongue in respect. ‘Told you so’ hurts as deeply as a lackadaisical attitude.
I will seek and attract humor. A hearty laugh is the acceptance of human folly. Life lurks in the soft folds of a giggle. I will never grow too old to express amusement. I will steer clear of pettiness. Energy sapping and a waste of time are to put the result of that activity mildly. As the puddle told the splash, “I have more depth than you.” I turned the corner giggling.
I will rediscover and reunite with thoughts, persons and places of good-will. A silence is the depth of love at the source of all human feelings. I will look for the soul in events and embrace life in joy and gratitude. There is always at least two ways of looking at happenings. Timing is relevant as long as it is motivating.
I will make each day count as I take steps each day to reach for and develop my dreams. A delay is a time to think in a different way. Act in a different way. Step out of my comfort zone. Do whatever it takes. Ever hopeful I go the distance for today.
I will be eager to write and create. I will make concrete my ideas. Persistent is my resolve to set off the sequence in realization of all my dreams. Impatience is the colour of human undoing which I will not befriend.
I face the reality of my life with fortitude and courage. I will build on what I have with delight. I challenge my reasoning to be cool, calm and collected. I will breathe out heartily. A sigh is the signal of consent to allow hindering and harming thoughts to exit from your rational makeup.
When a sneaky me tousled your hair and daddy’s too.It delighted me no end.
I felt so secure and true with the both of you.
Over the years I was your constant shadow for the weekly trips to the ‘Tuesday-market’. The fish you’d select and then pay the price from your little purse. Your care and courtesy to the vendor stays with me.
Your calculations so fine you always made sure we had a bit left over to ride the rickshaw the week the bags were heavy. You’re prioritizing and organizing stays with me.
Otherwise we’d walk through the Polytechnic College.You’d talk to me.I’d listen to your voice more than your words.I could sense how brave, committed and dedicated you were to your motherhood and your family, which stays with me.
“Planning and management was so natural to you. You dreamed a dream for each of your eight children.Each choice you made was so special to each one’s unique ability.You walked the extra mile, never flinching. A necessity then and is today ever more so.
Your efficiency and effectiveness stays with me.
Marketing at Gaddigudam’ meant wheat and rice and garam masala. Christmas time meant dried fruit too.
I’d quickly take my place on the little stool in front of the ‘Bhaniya’.In a flash a little bowl would be placed in front of me containing a couple of cashew nuts.Those days were special when the cinnamon stick appeared I’d pop it right into my mouth.The sweet hot taste reminds me of you even today, it stays with me.
Hours went into cleaning the grain. I admired your skill with the ‘supra’. As chaff separated from the wheat my wonder knew no bounds. The rhythm stays with me.
Chakki came next I went into that dusty flour filled air so proud that I was in charge. Secretly I imitated your way when I told him how it was to be done. Your command stays with me.
My slice of baath cake I liked hot out of the oven. You let me have it that way.
I remember being the self appointed custard pan-licker. My pouts were enough to deter any contender.
I nominate myself as the Best Stealer' of powder milk, jaggery and raw mango.
You knew but you overlooked.Your kindness not perceived by many stays with me.
"Turn to me” was my refrain as soon as you turned to your other side. I lived in happiness that you were mine.
"You love me back”, mama you said to me. It puzzled me then as it does now.How could it be any other way?I marvel!
You taught me everything I know without a spoken lecture or a word.I observed and felt your essence as a person and learned the art of being human to perfection.You stay with me.
You recognize me; how I like to bear in mind and dwell only on the good. You distinguish why I ignore the nasty. I am sorry for any unnecessary troubles I may have caused you, as a result of me being me. And for not being able to save the home you made with love and creativity.
I say in all humility I had a mother who loved me. Not only did you Mother accomplish the herculean task of raising 8 children with elegance and flair. You made it look easy.
Thank you Mummy.
You live on in all that I am and in what we your eight children do and are. These are a few reminiscences which are just the tip of a volcano of love I have for you!
You have a home in me now and always!
REST IN PEACE
My Mother you are my teacher, my channel and coach. Thank you for being my Mother.
“WHY not now?” said an embarrassed and discomfited Joscelyn on hearing of the further delay of visa and travel plans. Silence resounded in the vocabulary of sighs.
We have various opinions and attitudes when it comes to reacting to situations in our lives.” Do you know disappointment is the sister concern of living,” assumed a reluctant but a convinced Joscelyn.
In the scheme of things we call for the timing to follow our sway. If negated it’s not uncommon to have our thoughts and feelings spiral into over whelming distress. “How much patience is patience and how much is foolishness?” thought an inspired and stirred Joscelyn.
Admitting status quo for the visa and travel plans I deeply, kindly and happily surrender to the unknown path, to where life leads. No thoughts of never but focused to the new and now thoughts. “It’s ineffective to think in old ways,” whispers a wise and learned Joscelyn.
If to you it may appear I am taking the unrealistic, impractical approach. Remember it’s too easy to judge, title, stamp and deliver the verdict. “It is hard to comprehend, understand and believe in the life choices of another,” holds an open-minded and serene Joscelyn.
Saying what I truly believe is the easy ingredient. Living it is equally intricate and interesting. Poles apart are lofty thoughts and active purpose. To bridge them into a creative whole is left to your grasp and meaning your existence builds.
Life I have. So a choice is cut out and that is to live, significantly forging ahead and feeling the rhythm. “What does one do when things don’t go as projected?” asks an inquiring and searching Joscelyn.
Live nevertheless! Things happen and we explore for reasons to explain to ourselves the conflicting essence of living in the very vessel that has no room for predictability. Embrace the whole and expect to be challenged and amazed.
Today I renew my belief that a new and a better way will appear. And for now this is enough. All possibilities lie with my powerful God. “My attitude will set the stage for miracles to happen,” believes a happy and enthusiastic Joscelyn.
How wonderful the day when I am in the position to use my talents and experience again with little children.
But till then I will do everything in my power to cultivate and deepen my skills.
The tunnel appears never-ending but I know withcertainty that this is not the end but a bend.
Rather a new beginning, an answer to a prayer, my living desire to be in this world fully, to create and be the facilitator for others to do the best they can.
Today I need a light at the end of the tunnel, so I will be a beam to someone else.
Today I need a shoulder to lean on, so I will make available help for someone else in need.
Today my tears threaten to fall, so I will wipe a tear of someone else in grief.
Today I will be the change I want to see, as I take things in my stride and keep it real.
Today my disappointment will not define me but my enthusiasm will flow over to reap a harvest of kindness to myself as I deal with life as friend not foe!
Today is a poignant day in terms as policy didn’t go my way. Not fearful, discouraged or alone am I.
Yester years you have taught me well to make the choice to heal and mend, rather than rave and rant at moonbeams in a cloudless sky who neither hear or acknowledge you in the scheme of things.
Today I pick up my tools and head to the drawing board. To cultivate and create the life I dream of everyday. Second to none is my dream and my desire is fret with willingness.
“Employ yourself” urges the voice in my fingertips “and create for yourself the platform you await in the messages not found”. “Pride is lost for a reason and found for a naught. Your guide is ever waiting and ready to comply. Don’t falter at the motive. Breathe in the air of achievement your birthright, your cause.”
I listen and believe. I am renewed, revived and ready to do the things I can.
Plan 3is a great option to the alternative Plan B which is the alternative to the elusive Plan A. Got it?
What life offers is what one can work with. This I believe.
Remember the post on
‘Misfortune, Opportunity Same Difference’. Well!
So when I was called on by life
To make full use of prevailing circumstances
To recognize contentmentin what I have
To trust events are for the best
To make amends wherever possible
I took the path of 3.
You see, I made Plan 3 my facilitator.
For instance, I list a few of my Plan 3’s
Announcing the 3 A’s in my life
Awareness
Acceptance
Acknowledgment
Of current status
And I Root for the 3 R’s in my life
Recall
Remember
Relive
All good thoughts, words and deeds
Profess the 3 P’s in my life
Patience
Practice
Persistence
To change the things I can
Loyal to the 3 L’s in my life
Love
Laugh
Live
Today well.
Faithful to the 3 F’s in my life
First things first
Forget the unimportant
Forgive yourself
No better time to start than NOW
You get the drift.
Plan 3 works for me because it is tailored to my need and requirement. It is managed by me. Executed and delivered by me. Production depends solely on me, my attitude and my staying power. Not forgetting my application and dedication. So responsibility is so far mine in the equation.
That’s the courage of Plan 3.
You see, I cannot fault BLAME in Plan 3. Blame being the tough cookie it is. It neither crumbles nor tastes good. So I happily like to leave it where it belongs, rightly. That is in the out of reach jar, on the topmost cobweb filled shelf of eternity.
If you like Plan 3 make it personally your success path.
That’s the glory of Plan 3.
It may have as many editions as you like. In which areas you wish for it to work it will work.
So long as you are at the helm of operations, Plan 3 works. Try it!
