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SOCIAL MEDIA ADVERTISING

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Social Media posts can be silly, ridiculous, funny, educational and inspiring. Recently, I found a posting on my FB page that was both inspiring and educational.

Elle and Cosmopolitan magazines were highlighted on a recent FB post.

Elle had 426 pages and weighed 1.15 kg (2.5 lbs). Cosmopolitan had 244 pages and weighed 0.42kg (1 lb.).

Elle magazine had 364 of 426 pages of advertising and paid content. That’s 85% advertising!

Cosmopolitan magazine had 158 of 244 pages of advertising and paid content. That’s 64% advertising!

What is being advertised? What articles are written?

What to eat to loose weight, what to wear to look slimmer, to look taller, to look younger, how to act to attract a man, which creams and potions will provide eternal youth, which shoes to wear with certain outfits, what is in style and what is not, how to wear your hair, how to be a perfect  mom, a perfect wife, a perfect sex partner.

I know you don’t need me to elaborate even more. I also know you are aware most of the models being used to demonstrate how we should be are under 21 and are photo shopped and computer enhanced. It is impossible to achieve the look of the models, even if you wanted to. The advertisers know this and the magazine owners know this. Both the advertisers and the magazines will keep this charade going for as long as they are able to direct your life around this make believe story.

It’s all about the money ladies!

What would happen if women no longer bought the shiny magazines with impossible to achieve models and the glossy advertising?

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DESTINY

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Trust your destiny.

How many people do you know who struggle? Not enough money, not enough happiness, not enough recognition. These people seem to always be pushing against the tide, wanting most things their way because they feel it is the right way, but seldom seeing their wants may not be in their best interest. Sometimes when you push too hard for what you want, there is an unpleasant consequence of a push back, resulting in more struggle.

How many people do you know that never seem to struggle? Always happy, grateful and appreciative for what they have, whether it be in abundance or in small increments. How do these people keep moving forward with joy?

Life can throw obstacles in our way to block where we want to go. This can be frustrating or it can be a help to where we are supposed to really go. 

Guiding us in the way that is in our highest good.

Too many times we disregard the messages sent to direct us on our earthly journey. Too many times we don’t trust our own destiny.

Become the observer of your own life.

Recognize the patterns and the synergies of daily actions. 

When you reflect back, do you see how your life floats along serendipitously without the need for struggle?

Sail the sea of life, ride the waves and temper the storms. Rather than fighting the waters, it is much easier to accept what is from a distance, knowing everything has a purpose and a meaning, that in time will expose itself. 

 

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STEP INTO YOUR LIGHT

light-htmStep out of the shadows and step into your authenticity.

Shadows are dark,cool places. Not much can grow and thrive in the darkness.

Being real to yourself and showing your true self brings untold happiness, not only to yourself but to others as well. When you are authentic in life, your inner light emits your truth. This light can be seen by everyone in your presence and beckons them to be their authentic self, which in turn beckons others to be authentic. Like concentric circles, the authentic light widens endlessly. In the light is the truth, the love and the acceptance of self and more importantly, the love and acceptance of others. There is power in love and acceptance.  Enough power to change the world.

Step out of the shadows and step into your light.

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COMPASSION

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This word is often heard and sometimes practiced. Practiced with family and close friends, with animals and sick people. Compassion is sometimes a closed event. We keep it close to home, where we know or understand the challenges one is facing, we empathize with them and support them when possible. We provide them what they need to overcome their circumstances, because we are compassionate and loving.

But why does the compassion dry up when the misfortunes or suffering of others is outside our inner circles. Does not the thief who stole money need to feed his family, the driver who, out of sadness,drinks alcohol, or the kid, who is angry, defacing public property with graffiti deserve empathy and support too?

Our society uses punishment in response to these actions. “They must pay” for their behavior. Using negative actions against negative behaviors does not benefit anyone. The thief is given a short term prison sentence; his family goes hungry and he has a record that follows him forever. The drinking driver loses his license and is shunned by society. The kid is given community time and then becomes more angry because he was penalized for his feelings. How do these individuals break the cycle they find themselves in?

What if we treated all people, who can be rehabilitated, the way we treat family and friends in our inner circle? What if we responded with compassion and gave what these individuals needed rather than gave a punishment?

Provide the thief the opportunity to make money and build self respect and self esteem, provide the driver the opportunity for rehabilitation, and provide the kid with the support and tools needed to face his emotional challenges.

Small changes in perspective and how we treat one another can potentially lead to big changes.

 

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TIME

Stop and smell the roses.

This phrase is so common, the meaning has probably been lost. You take a few minutes to smile at the small child in the park, you chat with the neighbor you only see at the mailbox and you look at the potted flowers on the front porch, noting the need for dead heading. Then once again you merge into the day, following mindlessly, the routines of what you call living, with all the others who go about their day without really seeing.

If you could step outside of yourself and observe, what would you see?

Busy ness without meaning. Pressured by the need to navigate through traffic, you resist the urge to flip the bird to the car that cut you off. You feel the tension in your neck as your head begins the all too common throb of the impending day. The need to text the office to inform of your potential lateness pulls at you as you see your phone sitting innocently but malevolently next to you. As you review your day ahead you remember your kid is playing soccer this afternoon and you desperately want to go but know in your heart the scheduled meeting later today will run late, as usual.

A blaring horn startles you to move forward on the green. Your heart races a little faster. With a huge sigh, you give in to the inevitable of what your life has become.

The proverbial rat race, chasing something you once believed in, you now realize there is no finish line. You have bought into the need for more. More stuff, more money, more status. What you didn’t knowingly buy into is forfeiting the joy and the beauty all around you. Take a slow, deep breath and step outside yourself . Really look around.  What do you see?

Time is an amazing commodity. It’s value is self determined. How you choose to use your time gives you the resulting dividends. Do you choose to chase the imaginary dream, or do you practice awareness of each and every moment?


 

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COME FORWARD

Chaos is complete disorder and confusion. The world today exemplifies this state and it seems this disorder and confusion perpetuates itself.

The recent waves of refugees,  fleeing in overcrowded, inadequate water crafts, searching for safety, were met with open arms most of the time, but also with fear and uncertainty. These helpless people were willing to sacrifice their well being, and in fact, many lost their families, searching for peace.  After much debate and disagreement, both at the political level and the citizen level, the anger and the threat of others taking away the safety, the jobs, the housing of those who were secure, much of the noise has subsided as everyone found their way and settled in.

Most of us recall the Stanford Rapist, Brock Turner, who sexually assaulted a woman by a dumpster in the United States. Unfortunately, this despicable act is not so uncommon in our civilized world. The court penalized the man with six months in prison, because he was a promising swimmer?, only to be released three months later.  In his mother’s eyes he was not a rapist. How could her little boy be such a vile perpetrator? The story of how the woman fared is not well known, but then almost everyone understands she will be forever changed by the violent experience. This story cannot have a satisfying ending, but maybe something will be learned that hopefully will lead to a much needed change in society.

The professional American football player, Kaepernick is labelled anti American for not standing when the national anthem is played, preferring to kneel. His action is to bring attention to the discrimination and police brutality. His message is far reaching, respectful and is gathering momentum. He has found a way to forge a path to peaceful change, although there are those that believe he should be stripped of his jersey.

North Korea has supposedly shown a force of aggression by deploying a nuclear warhead. Presidential nominee Donald Trump is talking about adding to the current military force and joining forces with Russia. Both of these actions brings to question, Why? Acts of aggression will not propel humanity towards peace.

Fentanyl is killing those already facing death by their addictions. It is added to heroin for a greater high and an even more addictive quality, and is now being added to marijuana. The traffickers are willing to kill a “few” to snag more addicted users.

Earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, climate change, GMOs, fossil fuels, old growth deforestation and extinction of animals.

The world is in turmoil and in real danger of self destruction.

Fortunately, chaos often precedes certainty and order. Fortunately, there are enough of us who know what certainty and order can look like and what certainty and order can feel like.

It’s time to come forward.

 

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THE BRAINS – head and heart

The brains, the head brain and the heart brain, exist in the human body.

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The physical brain cannot differentiate between physical pain and emotional pain.

Stubbing your toe brings an intensity of pain that is so concentrated it reverberates through your being and brings words that you can’t share with the elderly or the very young. It slowly subsides to a dull throb and  vanishes as you carry on through the next few minutes, reminding you of your lack of coordination. The words of self deprecation linger. You wonder how that stupid table leg got in the way or why you jumped up so quickly. You move tenatively.

As the target for a bully, you endure name calling and taunting. Your body retracts into itself in an attempt to protect itself from the pain you feel in your body. It stabs you in the chest region, taking away your breath and your ability to speak. You feel the sting in your eyes. Slowly, the initial physical reaction diminishes. The echo of the hurt clings to you throughout the day, reminding you of the assault. The power of the experience is added to the collection of the past. The weight is dragging you down. When you think of this experience, your chest once again, hurts, clenching unforgivingly.  

In the non visible world, it is known we have two brains. The obvious brain is the one in our head. This is the brain that chatters non stop. A running commentary, judging everything in it’s path. A competition based on duality: right and wrong, good and bad, dark and light, love and fear, male and female. Yes, this is the site of logic, processing the input from our five senses and our limited perspectives. We know this brain is present because of its’ physical presence.

The more powerful brain, the smarter brain, is located within our heart. It cannot be seen with today’s scientific testing. How do we know it’s there? Every interaction, every emotion, every experience can be felt here, in the middle of your chest. This is our connection to the true reality, to the non visible reality, to the energy that is all around. The heart brain is where our essence lives and where unconditional love thrives. This is why emotional pain is so much deeper than physical pain and stays with us for a very long time. Sometimes forever. But this emotional pain is not limited to only the one incurring the pain. It affects all those within the field of this person. A mother feels the pain of her child, a friend feels the pain of  her friend, some feel the pain of another being discriminated against, the pain of a hungry child, the pain of victims of war, or the pain of observing mistreatment of animals. 

If our brain heart feels all this pain and radiates it to everyone in the field, then think about all the goodness it can feel, and it too radiates to everyone in the field. Drop into your heart and feel only compassion and and kindness towards others and all beings, including all plants, all waters, all mountains. The emotions of acceptance and regard will radiate to everyone and everything in it’s field. Can you imagine the love, joy  and light that would spread to each and every one? Can you?              

    

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PIN CURLS

The white and permed hair of an elderly woman caught my eye. This type of style, that is “set” weekly, is fairly common among woman of her generation. I asked my dinner companion if she would wear her hair in that style when she becomes elderly. Surprisingly, she said she would. I thought she would be a part of a very small group.

I have many fond memories of my maternal grandmother. She was a hard working woman who baked in a wood burning stove, resulting in the softest breads and the sweetest cinnamon buns. Salivating from the aromas coming from her tiny kitchen, my siblings and I waited patiently for the goods. With an overabundance of food, each meal was special and tasted beyond delicious. She made her own jams and preserves and froze fresh vegetables from her garden. Without running water, she manage a tidy, lovely home. She walked daily to the village pump and raised three children and then later tended to numerous grandchildren over the summer. Every noon, my grandmother would bring my grandfather his fresh and nutritious lunch as he “worked the fields”.

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While carrying on with her daily activities, she would wear what is commonly known as house dress. A simple cotton dress, with buttons up the front, that allowed the summer breeze to pass through comfortably.  Her eyes would twinkle when she smiled openly. At times she pretended to be stern, telling us to get out of her way and giving us small tasks to keep from getting under foot. We would run in and out of her small porch, to sip water from the white, metal ladle dipped in the bucket of ice cold well water. I can smell my childhood years at my grandmothers. I can feel the heat in the summer air, hear the birds in the background, and taste the dust, as the occasional truck passed on the road. I can feel her presence. I miss her at this moment.

She was a proud woman and a very attractive woman who cared for her appearance discreetly and with little fuss. I am not sure if she had natural curls or waves brown hair or if she permed her hair regularly. I do recall with warm feelings, her small curls bobby pinned just in front of her ears. When she removed the pins, and if the curls were not to her liking, she would use a small piece of clear tape to keep the curls tight, until they held their shape to her standards.

Did she know she was making lasting impressions as she went about her routines each day?  Impressions that would etch deeply in my memories?

With every generation passing, the next generation moves up the ladder, waiting on the top rung till they too take flight to the after life, leaving behind an impression. My siblings and friends are probably three to four rungs from the top. With each generation, a little something is lost, never to return again.

I remember my maternal grandmother……..

 

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UNIVERSAL FART

In the dusk of a beautiful, warm evening, I am at my laptop with my ear buds engaged. I am reading e- mail, listening to music and thinking about nothing in  particular, sitting on the deck of The Book Nook. Simply being. It seems obvious I am not here to be social as I slouch in my chair and keep my eyes on the screen.

I feel the vibration of someone coming up the stairs of the deck and sense someone sitting at the next table. I do not look up. I am being.

Hi! Nice evening. Yes, I reply, not wanting to be rude to the man on my left. He starts talking about the Glen and how great it is. I nod. He then carries on with some gossip, including a story about an old man  who resides permanently at the Glen, how he gets his groceries, and how his companion dog keeps him safe. I pull the left ear bud out and replace it, hoping he will notice I am plugged in and otherwise not available to talk. He continues, sharing living in Manitoba and how he was forced off his land because it was sold. Does he have an awareness of how he is, I ask myself. He adds how his neighbor allowed him to use his wi – fi, but the neighbor’s wife wouldn’t give him the new password. His disrespectful words about this woman and women in general left me feeling bristly. Fighting internally with myself, I want to respond to his judgements, but I would lose this fight with myself. I could engage him and he would never go away, or I could not speak up and maybe he would go away.  It was a lose – lose situation for me.  He told me he had leg cancer and pointed to the scar and the loss of muscle from his arm, used to build up the knee. 50 doses of radiation. Empathy and compassion would be a normal reaction upon hearing this. My eyes went back to my laptop and my fingers back to their hunt and peck. Feeling the rub of going against my grain, I did not respond. Did you know cardiac by -pass surgery is now done through the back rather than the thorax? Normally the nurse in me would take this comment to another level. I look up in acknowledgment and say silently to myself, Go Away. He continues to talk. I continue to do my best to ignore him. I have rested enough he says finally, as he pulls himself up from the chair. Nice talking to you, he adds. I nod.

The intrusion of this man bothered me for some time. He had stolen my wanting to be alone. My time for being. I then asked myself if I had an awareness of how I was? non – communicative and lack of eye contact with every subject he raised, in hopes of engaging with me. He, like I, was being. Perhaps, at this time, his being is connecting with others, while my being was not connecting. Some how we interrupted each other’s being. His need to connect and my need to be alone. And somehow, neither of us achieved this. We were two people at the crossroads of being.

Is this lack of synchronization a universal fart?

 

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Retiring Bucket List

Before retiring from teaching in the BSN Program at Kwantlen Polytechnic University, actually years before retiring, I mentally made a list of what I would do when I reached “freedom 55”. The usual made the list: travel, improve my golf game, renovate (my townhouse to be -by the sea), and to write a children’s book. How this last item made it on my “bucket list” remains a mystery. Being one to not tempt fate, I began writing as the universe directed. As a side note, I had a strong dislike to writing. this included writing essays during my education, writing student progress reports and copious committee notes.

The writing flowed from my fingers to my laptop, creating my masterpiece,”The Magic Mask”. Now, the part of getting some traction to gain recognition and sales had begun. I am told this can be more challenging than writing. I am following all the avenues – people, places, things – that I have been directed to.

In my “spare time” I am at my recreational place where I bike ride, swim, play tennis and I am immersed here – social media world. This can be challenging. Many people my age missed the wave of learning of this technology, and many people my age don’t really care that they did miss the wave!

My interest in energy transformation and spirituality supports my knowing  that all is well. It’s comforting to know the universe has my back on this journey.

The adventure continues!

 

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