What have you learned to take care of yourself through difficult times?

 

 

 

My name’s Trina I am Souix and cree from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I am the youngest of 8 and I was raised by a single mom in a wheelchair. When I was 4 years old my mom blacked out. Crawled under a CP rail train and severed both her legs and one arm. She never walked or drank again. I grew up in extreme poverty, and was in and out of the child welfare system. As a young adult, I let my childhood years define me. I became another Aboriginal statistic going in and out of the institutional system, I became an addict stuck in the Street life. When I was 24, I didn’t like the person I became. I didn’t like what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I changed my life, and have never looked back. Today I am 35 and can say I live a positive life. I want to say to anyone struggling with addictions, child welfare, institutions. It may seem never ending and hopeless but just like good times come and go, so do bad times as well. You are worth a happy life, and a change is possible. Don’t ever doubt yourself. I am your admin “#TK“. ❤️

Shared by “Sandra”

 
 

How do you handle loss? A story to help!

 
 
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Don Stitt

 

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said:
*Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’*

– Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

Shared by “Lynda”

A love story!

 
 
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Louise Gibson

 

The elderly man in his eighties, hurried to his doctor appointment at 8am. He wanted to finish quickly because he must be somewhere by nine. The doctor asked what the next appointment was. He proudly said that at 9am every morning he is at the hospital to eat breakfast with his wife. The doctor asked in what condition his wife was in. The man said that his wife had Alzheimers disease, and for the past 5 years she hasn’t known who he is. The doctor was surprised and asked the man why he continues to go faithfully if she has no idea who he is….the old man replied, ” because I still know who she is. ” this my friends, is real love…..

Shared by “Diane”

Have you found your treasure (pot of gold)?

A beggar had been sitting by the side of a road for over thirty years. One day a stranger walked by. “Spare some change?” mumbled the beggar, mechanically holding out his old baseball cap. “I have nothing to give you,” said the stranger. Then he asked: “What’s that you are sitting on?” “Nothing,” replied the beggar. “Just an old box. I have been sitting on it for as long as I can remember.” “Ever looked inside?” asked the stranger. “No,” said the beggar. “What’s the point? There’s nothing in there.” “Have a look inside,” insisted the stranger. The beggar managed to pry open the lid. With astonishment, disbelief, and elation, he saw that the box was filled with gold.

I am that stranger who has nothing to give you and who is telling you to look inside. Not inside any box, as in the parable, but somewhere even closer: inside yourself.

“But I am not a beggar,” I can hear you say.

Those who have not found their true wealth, which is the radiant joy of Being and the deep, unshakable peace that comes with it, are beggars, even if they have great material wealth. They are looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.

The word enlightenment conjures up the idea of some super-human accomplishment, and the ego likes to keep it that way, but it is simply your natural state of felt oneness with Being. It is a state of connectedness with something immeasurable and indestructible, something that, almost paradoxically, is essentially you and yet is much greater than you. It is finding your true nature beyond name and form. The inability to feel this connectedness gives rise to the illusion of separation, from yourself and from the world around you. You then perceive yourself, consciously or unconsciously, as an isolated fragment. Fear arises, and conflict within and without becomes the norm.

I love the Buddha’s simple definition of enlightenment as “the end of suffering.” There is nothing superhuman in that, is there? Of course, as a definition, it is incomplete. It only tells you what enlightenment is not: no suffering. But what’s left when there is no more suffering?

The Buddha is silent on that, and his silence implies that you’ll have to find out for yourself. He uses a negative definition so that the mind cannot make it into something to believe in or into a superhuman accomplishment, a goal that is impossible for you to attain. Despite this precaution, the majority of Buddhists still believe that enlightenment is for the Buddha, not for them, at least not in this lifetime.

~ Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now)

Shared by “Lisetwo Jacques