Change is The Only Constant

When the economy is diving, companies are laying off and vacations are non-existent, what do you do? If you plan to survive the uncertainty of a capitalist society, you must change with the times, or get left behind.


Translated from Heraclitus's Nothing endures but change - "Change is the only constant". Given this information we must change along with the demands, needs, and desires of our present society, or get left behind.

This video is an adaptation of the popular book "Who moved my cheese?" by Dr. Spencer Johnson.

 

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Solitude

Life. I am. Thankful.

It happens in a blink. Life. I have cradled you in the arms of me for times beyond my own knowing. I know no other way than to journey toward you. I walk. The path opens like doors leading me there into the unknown. Closed inside of openness. My soul. I breathe you and I exhale that I might not grow too comfortable with the holding. Freedom is all I know, and even as I know what it means to be free, I find attachment in things. I find myself desiring that which cannot last forever. There is but one thing withstanding. Change. Cont'd Life. I am. Thankful., by Kissiah Young

I dance. Inside of God. Breath.

I have danced there along the shores of my very own soul. Nothing lured me like the scent of God. Still. Even in mindful sitting did I walk there along the sea of timeless time. Awake. I awaken that I might come to know freedom. Whose eyes can see the way of the path when they look not in the direction of truth? Nothing cleanses us from unrighteousness like the road of authenticity. The beggar knows. 

Cont'd I dance. Inside of God. Breath., by Kissiah Young.

Life is in the “Being” – Not the “Doing”

Life is in the BEING....not in the DOING. We mentally agree to that with a huff and a puff and a rebuttle of, "Yeah, but you should see my schedule!"

Never have enough time? Always running from task to task? Desiring to scream, "STOP!! I want to get off!" but can't find your voice - or the time to do it?

You can schedule time for you! You are in charge of the schedule you make and there is time in every day for you, if you'll reevaluate life! What do you believe you're here for? To Do? To accomplish? To complete tasks? To 'get it all done' -- only to find that it needs to be redone again the next day or a week later?

IF you're really tired of it all --- and I mean REALLY --- you CAN change your life!  Cont'd Life is in the “Being” – Not the “Doing” by Donna Watkins

Where love is...

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.

Love, God