tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733848135009918392024-03-04T20:49:58.398-08:00Nora HooperNora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-54947163748450840672020-07-03T07:37:00.000-07:002020-07-03T07:37:25.644-07:00Independence Day <div style="background-color: white; color: #101010; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><i>"means </i><b><i>being</i></b><i> able to take care of your own needs and to make and assume responsibility for your decisions while considering both the people around you and your environment.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I felt stuck when I attempted to write of late. The words “me” or “we” were bouncing around in my head but I kept hitting a wall. I began thinking about the upcoming holiday, Independence Day, and the characteristic Americans are especially proud of—our right to live as we choose. As I looked up the definition of independent I discovered that I could not relate to it as a interpretation of how we live in the 21st century. <i>Being</i> independent seemed a much better fit. I sat with the words, “assume responsibility for your decisions while considering both the people around you and your environment.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">In this unique time in our history we are called to think, not only of ourselves, but of our place in and our impact on community. Selfish actions are not only thoughtless, they are life threatening. In this escalation of the philosophical idea of “independence” we have forgotten that in truth we are all interdependent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A community and the people who inhabit it thrive when the population works together for common goals. It is destroyed when people forget that we are linked together by all that we do and how we live in our villages, towns and cities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Have you ever played this game? Look around your environment and take note of how many invisible and nameless people have provided goods and services to furnish your world. From the person who dyed the wool in your carpet, the carpenter who cut the boards for your floor, the farmer and laborer who harvested your food, and the trucker who delivered it, there is nothing in your world that you can claim sole credit for. You may move independently through your day but each move has been supported by millions of others working and living on this planet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">As we celebrate Independence Day my hope is that we also celebrate our fundamental connection with each other. And that we all focus on bringing more love, more healing and more light into our individual and common world. Let’s celebrate our interdependence with renewed respect and love for one another.</span></div>
Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-56163777744906573222020-05-31T08:48:00.000-07:002020-07-03T07:34:41.050-07:00<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="border: 0px; color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Let's vow to take the time to remind another of their beauty, their individual contribution or simply just how they make us feel. </span><span style="border: 0px; color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Be the one who whispers in their ear the music that is their special song when they have forgotten. </span></div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-76893168397739208552020-03-22T18:19:00.000-07:002020-03-22T18:20:34.688-07:00Resist or Surrender<blockquote style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" type="cite">
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"...to offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease and lightness."<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">There are no accidents. The above quote was just what I needed to read yesterday morning. </span></div>
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"To offer no resistance." That seems a pretty tall order these days. Everyone on the planet is in their own personal struggle to adapt and ultimately accept. As emotional beings we cling to what we know. We live in the illusion that we have control over our lives. Then something big happens. An unexpected breakup, a death, disease, or the life-changing Coronavirus. </div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">As you observe your reactions to this unprecedented time, first don't beat up on yourself. It is normal to feel fear. Strive to be mindful of the tendency to stay mired in that emotion. It is understandable to feel anxious. We have no touchstone, no comparison to equate this to in our lives. We are grappling to develop the tools to maneuver through a completely new reality. As we gain footing I would like to make a request: </span>Be highly aware of what makes you anxious and where your thoughts are taking you. </div>
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When we cease to resist we may make room for inner peace. This occurs when we surrender. That inner peace is the state of grace that Eckart Tolle is suggesting. </div>
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Surrender does not create victimhood. Surrender is spiritual action. It frees us from the impossible belief that we can push and shove life to where we want it to be. Start to develop the ability to surrender by watching your thoughts. Be aware when your mind is filled with imagined horrors and decide not to live in future fear.</div>
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We are in this together. We always have been. The veil of separation is being exposed for what it truly is. An illusion. As we are forced to actually physically separate we will have an opportunity to appreciate how much our connections truly mean to us. How much we need and love others.</div>
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Surrender can open pathways to creativity. We begin to adapt by living in the moment. This crisis may lead people to recognize their true purpose and contribution. What if an outcome of this pandemic means more people go into medicine or science? What if a love of teaching emerges through home schooling? What if broken families heal when individuals see the fragility of life? What if Coronavirus shines a light on the insignificance of our petty emotions, grudges and attachments?</div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">I have no doubt that good will come as a result of this global crisis. Perhaps we will begin to understand the truth. Our value has nothing to do with what we own, drive or live in. It has to do with how we think, act, and be. <span style="font-size: 12pt;">You can do your part by surrendering your worry and fear and deciding that you will create love and magic</span> by using your unique gifts. Find a way to laugh each day. Use FaceTime to visit with friends and family, take advantage of the links available to visit art museums and virtually wander through their exhibitions. But mostly commit to love. Help in whatever way you can. Breath. That is probably the most impactful thing you can do for stress. Meditate on what is meaningful to you and know this too shall pass. </span></div>
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All roads lead to love. That is the message I have been receiving lately, in my life, in my meditations and in my work.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">While researching for a tele-class I discovered </span>an interesting book titled "Beyond Forgiveness, Reflections on Atonement" by Phil Cousineau. In it he writes, "The act of atonement, the experience of at-one-ment, allows you to be conscious that you've never really been cut off, that you've always been one with the only power that is." What struck me while reading the stories of atonement, contributed by a variety of people, is how through a transcendental understanding of those who had hurt them they accomplished total healing. They embraced "at-one-ment" and by doing so were able to begin a healing journey that brought each person to a deeper and more meaningful understanding of their purpose in life. Often the atonement was so profound that it shifted their entire life path. Think of Nelson Mandela inviting the very guard who gravely mistreated him to join him for tea. Love is the foundation, the undercurrent, the mystical force that fuels forgiveness and atonement. Love is the power that enables us to transcend our own limited views.<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></div>
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A friend recently suggested that I read the book "Dying to be Me" by Anita Moorjami. In it the author echoed the idea that we are all one through the sharing of her near death experience. She states, "I became aware that we're all connected. This was not only every person and living creature, but the interwoven unification felt as though it were expanding outward to include everything in the universe, every human, animal, plant, insect, mountain, sea, inanimate object and the cosmos." She recounts the experience of complete and all encompassing love. </div>
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The message of oneness and love is more often spoken of on Sunday mornings than acted on in our every day life. We tend to find ways to habitually separate ourselves from others. Our neighbors build fences; we see the world as "us and them". There are the democrats and the republicans, the sinners and the saints, the rich or the poor. We find ways to look down our noses at the individual, the group or our community in order to feel superior. What kind of world would we live in if we could begin to understand that when we judge others we judge ourselves? When we see lack in someone it is a reflection of a fear or sadness that resides within. </div>
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How can we begin to train our eyes to see the need for love in others, rather than reacting in judgement or condemnation? One tool or method to strengthen and instill the power of love is to choose to focus on the virtues that grow love. First, through the love of Self, the careful nurturing of our soul and spirit, we may build the muscle that manifests love. Daily attention to a practice of living the virtues that open avenues toward love will strengthen the foundation. If you practice forgiveness, you build love. When you experience gratitude you expand love. By seeking to create harmony you grow love. When you act with kindness and compassion you reflect love. Live in ways that open the door to kindness, harmony, compassion, forgiveness, creativity, and joy and you will be spreading love throughout your day. </div>
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As Dion Warwick once sang, "What the world needs now is love, sweet love" and it has never been more apparent. As you begin to reflect love in your day—be kind to yourself. Do not judge or criticize your efforts. Each conscious act of love can only build on the next until you one day discover that you are expressing your inner light in a more dynamic and beautiful way. </div>
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It takes courage to be on this planet. I so appreciate all of you are joining me on this beautiful journey.</div>
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It's not a matter of letting go-if you could you would.<br />Instead of "Let it go" we should probably "Let it be."</div>
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How often have you told yourself or suggested to a friend or family member to "Just let it go."? It's great advice. Letting go means not hanging on. When we hang on we keep the memory of a negative experience alive. We fuel it with made-up interpretations of who, what, where and why while reliving the emotional turmoil again and again. Letting it go frees us. But is it really so simple?</div>
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<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I'm investigating the "Let it be." approach. Letting it be liberates from having to fix, control or change and allows the space in which to observe and accept. Letting it be feels Zen. It asks that we detach while acknowledging what is.</span></div>
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Case in point. My YMCA is closing. It has been an important addition to my week over many years. In the scope of life the end of my gym is pretty minor. While understanding that I also realize that anything that causes a deep emotional reaction is a catalyst for growth. </div>
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Three times a week I enjoyed a walk to the Y through a lovely park using the time for prayer and gratitude. Once at the Y I convened with like-minded people who share my commitment to keep active and have fun. These folks have become treasured friends. The closing left me struggling with the unexpected change. I tried the "Let it go." method and it didn't help. Letting it go did nothing for how I felt about the loss. But as I worked on letting it be whispers of peace arose in my consciousness. My mind started to design a new path for my fitness, friendships and meditative walks. </div>
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<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The Y's demise is part of an ever changing and shifting energetic world. Life is not static. Everything is in motion. Remembering that change is constant helped me to let go of my emotions and begin to adapt. Next time you feel accosted by an unexpected happening, an annoying event or person, play around with letting it be. You may find a little space for inner calm and the tools needed for living in love and light. As always, I will be rooting for you. I end with a stanza from The Beatles song, "Let It Be. </span></div>
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My client beamed as she described the steps she took in taking charge of her happiness. "You know," she explained, "I don't water the weeds."</div>
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I had never heard that expression and immediately fell in love with it. What I especially enjoy is the concept that you are holding the watering can. You control what thoughts you nurture. Cultivate negativity and it will govern your perspective. Choose to nourish kindness and your world will bloom from the inside out.</div>
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Life is full of proverbial weeds. They illuminate the places within that need healing. Through practice and awareness we can become adept at recognizing when we are watering them and begin to create pathways to a more loving, creative and peaceful mind.</div>
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This simple adage is a wonderful way to remind ourselves that we govern our thoughts. As we practice listening to our inner monologue we gain wisdom and the freedom to direct our lives with intention. Make a vow to become your own spiritual gardener and grow a world of happiness and love.</div>
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Holding you in love and light,<br />Nora </div>
Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-80963564396877550972019-02-13T15:10:00.000-08:002019-02-13T15:10:10.498-08:00What's Love Got to Do With It?<div style="caret-color: rgb(101, 101, 101); color: #656565; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center;">
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The sound of Tina Turner's soulful voice has been ringing in my ears asking "What's love got to do with it?" Sparked by the approach of Valentine's Day I began thinking a lot about love. It is the focus of my work and directs my sessions as I help clients maneuver through life. With the song's lyrics echoing in my head I asked myself "What <em>does</em> love have to with it?" The resounding answer time after time was -- "Everything." Love has to do with everything.</div>
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If you seek love foster love. Kindle a love-centered life by resolving to express the gift of love. A conscious intention to love begins with self love. Practice observing your thoughts. Do you berate yourself with critical comments? Are you forever comparing yourself to others only to come up lacking? Decide to move toward a gentler and more loving attitude today.</div>
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When we decide to live a love-centered life we will be altered. If this sounds difficult, if you believe you are on merry-go-round and cannot get off, start small and simple. Catch yourself when you are on auto-pilot. Stop and take stock of your surroundings. Breathe and ground yourself in the moment. Put the phone down. Carve out 5 minutes a day to be still. It can be in your car in the parking lot before work. Listen to what your soul is asking for. Most often it is not an insurmountable request. As you make small adjustments to cultivate love and kindness toward yourself the love you give will flourish as well.</div>
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Happy Valentine's Day. I send you all love.</div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-57121664338372051852018-04-14T15:12:00.001-07:002018-04-14T15:12:41.461-07:00Shutting Down and Shutting Out. Freeing Bias<br />
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I decline to define myself by the labels that were assigned to me by society or my life experience. Certainly, aspects of my upbringing and years on the planet add to my character but they are not what constitutes the sum total of me. I have learned through my work that you can't always judge a book by it's cover. </div>
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Her reaction left me wondering what attracts us to our differences rather than our similarities? Why do we focus on where we clash rather than where we converge? I questioned if we have an inherent need to feel separate, better, higher, smarter, quicker, richer and ultimately superior. </div>
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I've always admired people with the ability to have meaningful friendships while holding diametrically opposed views on key issues. These folks manage to move around their differences and dance in their similarities. They have suspended their judgment and have fostered a connection that builds unique friendships.</div>
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What would happen if we sought out the places where our opinions and beliefs intersected rather than opposed one another? Wouldn't that be an interesting starting point next time there is a conflict. What if we began to ask questions such as, "What does being an Oompa Loompa mean to you?" rather than shutting the door to connection, friendship, communion, understanding and healing. Let's work together to instigate dialogue that encourages curiosity, listening and community but first we must take a deep breath and push our bias aside.</div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-12790735620745374732018-02-12T12:13:00.000-08:002018-02-12T12:13:15.085-08:00Words from a Dying Teenage Idol<div align="center" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: center;">
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'So much wasted time.' These were the words uttered by the dying teenage idol David Cassidy. His powerful message caught me off guard as I flipped through a gossip magazine at my hair salon. The impact of his statement stayed with me throughout the day as I contemplated "wasted time". To be clear, I am not referring to an hour in front of the TV or time perusing Facebook, but rather the more regrettable and detrimental time wasters sprang to mind.</div>
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I saw hours lost in worry or anger and days consumed by a refusal to forgive. A life exhausted by low self esteem or entrenched in addiction joined the list. The negative power of gossip materialized in my thoughts while self-righteousness took its place among the tally of time wasters. With each impression I became deeply aware of the destructive power of squandered time. </div>
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If you think wasting time takes no effort think again. The energy one expends in worry, anger, bitterness, resentment or self-abuse is entirely depleting. Next time an emotion or drama steps in to rule your day ask yourself, "Do I really have time for this?" In doing so you may discover your own inner guide to letting go and living in love.</div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-44679072816539366602017-12-19T12:30:00.000-08:002017-12-19T12:30:01.331-08:00The Pathway to Love Cultivating — Respect <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center;">
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Flotsam and jetsam rise to the surface. A cacophony of negativity and chaos seems to rule. Through the noise I have been drawn to examine the deeper definition of the word respect. In contemplating respect I have been lead to examine the qualities and characteristics of self-respect. This inward journey has brought into focus the way in which I communicate, the lens through which I perceive others and the biases I may hold as truth. </div>
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Self-respect is not about being right. It is not ruled by our ego but rather it is fueled by the awareness that all thoughts and all actions are a reflection of the soul. Self-respect originates from the depth of our inner knowing, our inner light. It is manifested through the honoring of oneself and therefore honoring others. When we have self-respect we understand that it is echoed in how we treat our bodies, how we feed our minds, the way in which we nurture our spirit and how we interact with our environment and fellow humankind. </div>
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As the new year approaches start to observe your Self. Listen to your inner chatter and ask yourself "What fears are fueling my perceptions?" Hold honor and dignity as the foundation of your soul. Practice letting go of ego. Use love as a springboard for your interactions with the rest of the world. Become a better listener. With a little courage and a lot of persistence you may realize that all you need to do is let go. When we let go of hatred, anger and self-righteousness we open the pathway to love. Letting go leaves space to be filled with enlightenment and wisdom. Self respect leads us on the road to love. </div>
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Wishing you the very best of all for this Holiday Season and </div>
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Holding you in love and light,</div>
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Working in the ethereal realm has given me the opportunity to commune with spirit in beautiful and profound ways. Although I don't identify with the label "medium", there are times when I connect with my client's family members and friends who have passed. Messages of love and healing have brought comfort and peace to many throughout the years. Therefore, I naturally assumed that I would feel the presence of my own departed family members with little effort. Surely I would have an edge, right?</div>
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My father died on Nov. 8th, 2013. Although it was expected, the gaping hole his death left in our family was immeasurable. My mother and we children experienced the exquisite pain of loss and the monumental missing of a handsome, funny, giving, complex and loving father.</div>
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After Dad passed I waited to "feel" him around me. Nothing came. I meditated, sang songs, searched the skies and still no sign from my Dad. The desire for one last chat, one last hug hung heavy on my heart. "Come on Dad!" I shouted, "I need you!" The idea that Dad was with me and I was simply unable to sense him gave me little comfort. I wanted a visceral connection with my Father and I wanted it now!</div>
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Days, weeks and months went by. The loss was no less painful. Ultimately I came to a conclusion. I decided that in order to connect with my Dad I would just take him along on my day. Since I knew he was as expansive as the universe I realized he could be in more than one place at one time. Just like LOVE.</div>
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I began talking to him. I talked to him while I worked out at the Y. I sent him psychic postcards of stunning Florida sunsets. I took him on my bicycle rides. I asked him for help. I reminisced with him. Essentially, he became my shadow. This felt good but still I waited. There was no earth shattering tap on the shoulder from Dad. Nevertheless sharing my thoughts and my world with my father helped me grieve and heal while connecting me with gratitude for my world and all in it.</div>
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One morning I was sitting at a very long red light not thinking about much at all. In an instant I felt my father around me. The experience was all consuming. I was engulfed in his essence. It seemed as if every good and beautiful aspect of my Dad's soul was surrounding me. It was wonderful and it was unmistakingly my Dad. He was wrapping his arms around me. It was a heavenly hug that left me with a heavenly joy. Peace. Love. Thank you Dad!</div>
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These days a song on the radio or the call of a hawk can make me think of my Dad. When I hear a certain phrase or see a certain symbol I know it is a message from him. When I say something that he always said I feel the heart tug of love. </div>
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Why am I writing this? For those of you who have lost and are still waiting for that hug, tap on the shoulder, or symbolic message. It will come. Just keep connecting with your heart. Stay open and drop your agenda of "how". Love will come to you. Connection will occur. Hang on and stay open. And as Father's Day looms in the near future I am also writing this to say, "I love you Dad!"</div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-87023728502049212812017-08-20T08:09:00.001-07:002017-08-20T08:09:44.291-07:00Catc A Wave<div style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-center;">
<em>"Catch a wave and your sittin' on top of the world."</em></div>
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Are you feeling afraid? Are you worried about everything? Do you feel helpless and depressed, anxious and distracted? There is something you can do to alleviate the stress that appears to be drowning you. Catch a wave. We are surrounded by waves of energy. Sound, radio and electromagnetic waves constantly bounce around us. There are waves of negativity, fear and hate and then there is the wave of love. With a loving thought or a simple act of kindness you magnetize its power to you. When you choose love you commune with a force of healing that permeates the planet. Riding a wave of love lifts your spirit, shifts your perspective and expands your own vibratory field. You live in the moment. Believe in it's power and engage with it.</div>
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Some of us perpetually flail about among currents of negativity riding the peaks and valleys of fear. Love negates powerlessness. You cannot feel like a victim when love is your focus. Create your own bandwidth of love by choosing to think, speak and act in loving ways. Your efforts will help our planet heal. </div>
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If you are burdened by negativity check in with your thoughts. Are they harsh and judgmental? Minor changes in perspective can create major shifts in attitude. Notice how even the smallest act of kindness alters your emotional mood. Try it! You have nothing to lose but suffering and much gain. Catch a wave, the wave of love.</div>
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<br />Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-15909657192412652252017-05-05T06:52:00.004-07:002017-05-05T06:52:48.085-07:00You Matter <div style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">
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<br />Self Esteem: <em>A confidence and satisfaction in oneself. Self-respect. </em></div>
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What yardstick do you use to calculate your worth? If you assess your value through societal standards you may be setting yourself up for heartache and suffering. Our culture measures worth and value through one's financial success, beauty, and brains. These standards are a surefire path to low self esteem and unhappiness. Over and over in my work I am shown that money truly does not buy happiness, beauty does not guarantee a charmed life and intelligence does not insulate one from chaos and pain. </div>
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In my readings there is only love. A person's value shines through as their "inner core". This core is the essence of who they are, what spark of light they bring into the world and the vibrational energy they were born to share. Core energy can be defined by the qualities of joy, delight, playfulness, enthusiasm, kindness and compassion. <span style="font-size: 12pt;">What would happen if we began to use these intangible qualities as the benchmark for our value and worth?</span></div>
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Self esteem begins to flourish as you accept who you are with your shortcomings and struggles. And it will grow as you encourage the expression of love and joy in all that you strive to create. When you foster unconditional love you will begin to be a gentler and kinder judge. The twists and turns of your life have given you wisdom and compassion. Life's trials have softened your edges and deepened your ability to forgive and let go. You are valuable. You matter. You have the power to help, heal, to create and discover. You have a voice that counts. </div>
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To develop self esteem one must begin with the concept that we are all valuable, we are all worthy. We can then open pathways to forgiving. We abandon self-righteousness. And we forge a path of appreciation and respect not only of our voyage but of the journey of each and everyone of us.</div>
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<em>"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection"</em> _Siddhartha Gautama</div>
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<br />Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-27062790264876201452016-09-21T05:17:00.000-07:002016-09-21T05:17:34.824-07:00The Homeless Healer<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">While on our Sunday bicycle ride Rick and I stopped </span>at a public beach pavilion. Picnic tables sat in rows waiting for the weekend onslaught of beach goers. As we headed toward our favorite spot we noticed a woman at a table with a dingy bed roll, a bag of clothing and a cup of coffee. It was 8 am and she was barely awake. Giving her some privacy, we seated ourselves to rest, refuel and regroup.</div>
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We were having a conversation about some discomfort I was experiencing during the ride when I heard a voice coming from her direction. </div>
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“Oh, right,” I replied, “I had forgotten about that! Thanks!”</div>
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With little encouragement she began to suggest several exercises to alleviate the pain. She had information to share that would help me heal. She wanted to contribute. As we mounted our bicycles to continue our ride I thanked her profusely for pointing me in a proactive direction of healing.</div>
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She advised me to sleep with a pillow between my legs. But she had no pillow and she had no bed. Her kindness touched me and I realized that on the surface she could be judged as lazy, mentally ill or an addict. For all I knew she might be all of those things. But she was something else as well. She was a healer, a fallen angel gone off track for whatever reason, but her knowledge was just as helpful as any doctor could offer.</div>
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This generous healer reminded me that I should not judge a person by her or his appearance. We are all more than we appear to be.</div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-85656582313193473462016-09-15T07:14:00.002-07:002016-09-15T07:14:30.504-07:00It's Life Long Learning<div align="left" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.82666778564453px;">
Are you same person you were 5 years ago? 10 years ago? Is the way you process identical to last year, or the year before? Most likely the answer is no.</div>
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We are constantly evolving. Our passions, desires and commitments lead us, our experiences mold us and our failures teach us. Sometimes as adults when we embark on a new study or develop a new skill we have selective amnesia. We forget the time and effort it has taken to foster the qualities and talents that define us today. We compare ourselves to others, want instant mastery and berate ourselves when things seem to "take too long".</div>
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The most precious times are often those of novice or student. We recall our childhood or college years with misty-eyed nostalgia and inner longing forgetting how hard we worked and how many times we stumbled along the way. <span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20.82666778564453px;">Have you ever heard a child practicing the violin? It can very painful. But through years of study and discipline the musician in her begins to blossom. So it is with the inner blossoming of your spiritual path. It takes practice, it takes forgetting and remembering. It takes returning again and again to the desire to live in kindness and love. It takes patience toward oneself. </span></div>
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What are you studying today? What do you seek to develop? Whatever it is remind yourself that it is truly life-long learning and resolve to enjoy the journey. Keep your sense of humor easily at hand, forgive quickly and rejoice in the daily opportunity to do better, live better and be better.</div>
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<span style="color: #403f42; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Do you have a secret place in your home where you accumulate junk? I certainly do. One drawer in my kitchen was randomly designated as the junk drawer for years. The other day I decided it was time to do some purging. After sifting through bottles of sticky bubble stuff, half-burned birthday candles, </span><span style="color: #403f42; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.719999313354492px;">keys to nowhere,</span><span style="color: #403f42; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"> gadgets and gag gifts received over the years three items remained: a ball of string, a tape measure and a bag of kitchen hooks. </span></div>
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While admiring the now spacious drawer I began to wonder. What about the "junk" people keep in their hearts and minds? How often do you find yourself remembering an old slight, a thoughtless snub or a petty argument? <span style="line-height: 22.719999313354492px;">How frequently do you ruminate on memories full of pain and suffering? </span></div>
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The thoughts that occupy the "junk drawer" of your heart rob you of the joy of living in the present. Beneath our suffering lies longing to be loved. The perception that love is absent creates pain. Step back and examine the memories that trigger your sadness. Recognize them as moments in time where love appeared to be missing. Accept that even the perpetrator of your pain was acting out of a perceived loss of love. </div>
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Don't let past wounds take up space in your heart. If you find yourself consumed by painful recollections stop for a minute and breathe. Release the visceral reaction to your memory by breathing deeply into your solar plexus. Say these words silently or aloud: </div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Do you have a place in your home where you accumulate junk? I certainly do. One drawer in my kitchen was randomly designated as the junk drawer for years. The other day I decided it was time to do some purging. After sifting through bottles of sticky bubble stuff, half-burned birthday candles, keys to nowhere, gadgets and gag gifts received over the years three items remained: a ball of string, a tape measure and a bag of kitchen hooks. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">While admiring the now spacious drawer I began to wonder. What about the "junk" people keep in their hearts and minds? How often do you find yourself remembering an old slight, a thoughtless snub or a petty argument? How frequently do you ruminate on memories full of pain and suffering? </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The thoughts that occupy the "junk drawer" of your heart rob you of the joy of living in the present. Beneath our suffering lies longing to be loved. The perception that love is absent creates pain. Step back and examine the memories that trigger your sadness. Recognize them as moments in time where love appeared to be missing. Accept that even the perpetrator of your pain was acting out of a perceived loss of love. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Don't let past wounds take up space in your heart. If you find yourself consumed by painful recollections stop for a minute and breathe. Release the visceral reaction to your memory by breathing deeply into your solar plexus. Say these words silently or aloud: </span></div>
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We all have bad moments, bad days and times in life when suffering can seem to stretch on and on. A bad day is a great opportunity to ask yourself what perceptions or expectations were not met? What reaction within you triggered your feelings? What caused you to deem an entire day bad? A day that you had not yet even finished experiencing! Who or what did not do or be what you wanted?</div>
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Next time you find yourself "having a bad day" stop and acknowledge no matter how deeply buried, there is a gift to be discovered. Then find it. Explore without blame of judgment. Ask who is hurting inside? Question what is being triggered? Uncover what button was pushed? Then step back. Throw that innocent day a lifeline by listening to who is hurting inside. </div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.3;">Devotion to self growth and mindfulness is a life long journey, one that offers many blessings along the way. It takes courage to make the commitment. There is no magic formula for inner transformation. Each person's journey is a beautiful roadmap unique to them. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">The steps to self love and self expression are simple yet profoundly challenging. <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.3;">I wanted to share some "truths" I have learned along the way. I return to them again and again, forgetting one week and remembering the next. When I stumble I go to this list to remind me of what is important and redirect my mind and heart to what is truly important, the creating and sharing of love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">My reality is shaped by how I choose to interpret events in my life. Holding myself responsible for how I feel enables me to live life through love and grace rather than fear and worry.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Worry is a waste of physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual energy.</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">My physical chemistry transforms when I worry. Cortisol levels rise which can boost blood sugar. Worrying is living in future fear.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Taking time out for myself heals me. I refuel when visiting friends, spending time doing art, listening to music and enjoying the out-of-doors. Discover what you love to do and do it!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">When I am connecting with another in the purest form it is through love. Love ignites joy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Admitting when I am in error stimulates forgiveness and harmony.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Appreciating that most people are doing their best leads me to compassion. </span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Judging others can be sticky business. When I begin to observe others with an eye for compassion I open my heart. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">When I am grateful I open my heart and mind for more. More love, more flow and more grace. Life feels good.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">I leave you with a playful quote by one of my favorite authors... Dr. Suess</span></div>
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A recent show on Netflix ended with the line above. It stayed with me the following day as I examined my own actions and reflected on recent events in the lives of my clients, family and friends. Haven't we have all done something we regret, something thoughtless, mean or cruel? Each and every one of us has acted in a way that has been hurtful to another. By recognizing ourselves in the statement above we initiate forgiveness. Through atonement we begin to understand ourselves as well as absolve others. Only then can we be free to love.</div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4d4f51; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Part of forgiving ourselves is to recognize that we have made choices and hold ourselves responsible for them. When we blame others for our actions we become victims. Unforgiving judgement fuels a culture of contempt and self-hatred. What if we chose to rejoice in our mistakes? For aren't they truly the anvil on which our wisdom is shaped and formed? Never miss an opportunity to learn from them.</span><div>
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As we stumble so do we grow. Forgive and be free from painful thoughts that lead to living in the past. Cultivate profound healing and love through forgiveness. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other."</span></div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-73718973224668797972014-07-05T07:55:00.000-07:002014-07-05T07:55:00.356-07:00Potholes and Pitfalls<br />Rebounding from unexpected twists and turns in life has been the topic of the day at my house. We live under the illusion that we have a modicum of control over the events of our lives. Then, with a flick of its fickle finger, Life can turn our world upside down and send our reality spinning out of its orbit. <br /><br />Through my work I have witnessed my clients heal, recover and embrace life again by delving into their inner source of courage and strength. How do they do it? How does one heal? How does one steady oneself after being knocked off ones feet? The road to recovery is often initiated through small and steady steps rather than broad strides and bold leaps. Over time, tentative steps can evolve to ultimately establish a new level of thriving and self expression.<br /><br />Numerous potholes litter the path to healing and one to keep an eye out for is the “Yeah but.” “Yeah but” will paralyze. When you visualize failure before you take the initial step you undermine any chance of success. The journey to healing can feel like you are playing blind man’s bluff. You can stumble around like a toddler learning how to walk. But after a few unsteady steps you may discover that you are moving more securely and confidently toward a new vision of you. <br /><br />You may twist your ankle in the pothole of wondering “Why?”. “Why?” will leave you spinning on your own personal hamster wheel feeling like a victim. Life hasn’t shared her secret of “Why?” with me as of yet but she does encourage asking the question “What?” “What have I learned?” “What can I do to change?”<br /><br />A dangerous pitfall on the road to rebounding from unexpected challenges is thinking that you have to get it right the first time. Believing that you must be perfect from the start dooms you to failure. Imagine a child learning to stand on her own. She falls on her bottom numerous times but never gives up. Eventually through trial and error she develops her strength and can stand on her own two feet. <br /><br />A seminal component to healing is reaching out for something outside of ourselves. It can be as simple as changing a routine or spending time with a friend. But more often the path to renewal is to do something for someone else. Giving of oneself is a beautiful way to ease the pain of suffering.<br /><br />As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, <br /><i>“It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life, that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.”</i><br />
<br />As we take those brave first steps to move beyond pain and sorrow we begin to see that we are regaining our footing on the journey of life and are readied in a deeper more meaningful way for the next unexpected surprise life will offer.<br />
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Love and light,<br />NoraNora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-46074423883445817182014-03-23T13:43:00.000-07:002014-03-23T13:43:56.043-07:00A Conversation With Donnie Downer<div _mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Spring is springing!" I declared.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My fellow gym member was viewing the world from his perch and I from mine. There <em>was</em> a gray cloud hugging the horizon as I extolled the beauty of the morning. It <em>was</em> frigidly cold in the north as I proclaimed spring was in the air. My reality existed side by side along with his. </span></span><br />
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you are obligated to heal everyone all the time by turning their sour
into sweet can be an enervating and thankless task. It was a liberating
moment in my life when I truly grasped the concept that we create our
own happiness. I was freed from the responsibility of changing the
perspective of another. The idea that I could be happy while someone
else was not was emancipating. Being empathetically attuned to another
is a quality of many of helpers and healers. But feeling that we must
heal and change all those around us is an insurmountable task. There
will be times when the most I can contribute to another will be a smile.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you are
in the company of a Donnie or Debbie Downer may I suggest that you
attempt to respect that they have a point of view, albeit different from
yours, but nonetheless real to them. A grumpy attitude is an outward
sign of inner sadness and pain, sometimes we cannot alleviate that
sadness no matter how hard we try.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The belief
that we create our own happiness, beginning with our thoughts, liberated
me from the exhausting role of perpetual caretaker. But it did not
release me from loving. Along our journey through life we will have good
days and not so good days. To acknowledge that perspectives and
attitudes ebb and flow allows a space for love and acceptance to
flourish. We can begin to explore our world through a filter of
unconditional love, first of oneself then of others.</span></span><br />
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montage of Olympic images still plays in my mind: a pile of snowy
bodies in a heap of hugs on the frigid ground, the sound of whoops and
hollers, the gleam of mouth-guarded grins of pure delight, the shouts of
encouragement. I gripped the edge of my seat as I watched the Olympic
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athlete took her turn sliding over the rail and soaring through the
course to the finish line. Some had crashed and completed their run on
their bottoms, some on their bellies. But unfailingly, each stood
shouting with delight, fist pumping and smiling from ear to ear. Their
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own heart was pounding as I commented to my husband on their
celebratory joy. We talked about how impressive it was to watch each
woman rejoice as she completed her attempt to garner a medal in Sochi.
They were not judging themselves or letting expectations of perfection
rule their behavior. It appeared to me they were accepting that they had
done their best and circumstances, sometimes beyond their control, had
altered their desired outcome. The winning medalist was exuberantly
embraced as the athletes celebrated each others' success as though it
had been their own.</span></div>
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<div _mce_style="font-size: 11pt;" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: small;">How
do you manage with unexpected outcomes? How do you deal with surprises
that alter your plans? Learning how to gracefully accept the ups and
downs of life is a true accomplishment. What if an avenue to "flow and
grace" was to put your heart and soul into everything you do while
accepting that the desired results are never guaranteed? What if you
allowed yourself to simply be proud that you have put forth your best
effort? What if living in the present means rejoicing in others
successes as well as your own? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The
Olympic snowboarders gave it their all and they celebrated. They were
living in the the moment and they were doing it from their soul. <span _mce_style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span _mce_style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span _mce_style="font-size: 11pt;">Appreciate
the effort you make each day to do and be your best. If you hit a patch
of ice dust yourself off and start over. Think about finding the
courage to celebrate with those who have already achieved your perceived
goal. </span><span _mce_style="font-size: 11pt;">They are not beating you, they are just leading the way.</span> </span></div>
Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-57177224235891267162013-08-25T09:47:00.001-07:002013-08-25T09:47:10.544-07:00Heros In Our Midst<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><em>The courage
of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final
moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and
tragedy."</em><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">John F. Kennedy<br /><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Heroes in Our Midst</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are many aspects to
the definition of courage but the one that usually comes to mind is the
ability to act in a heroic way. To be a hero or to display the quality
of courage does not mean that one is fearless; courage is the capability
to be in action and to move forward <em>with</em> your fear. Acting
without regard for self in order to help another is the epitome of the
courageous act. And as you are well aware, over this past week we have
witnessed many acts of extraordinary courage. I would venture to guess
that if you asked some of the people who rushed to aid others during the
aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombing I am sure you would hear them
say that they acted out of an almost instinctual drive to help,
regardless of the fear they were experiencing. We call them heros and we
have witnessed their feats of valor in every past disaster and
undoubtedly, we will meet them again and again in the future tragedies
that may come.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Watching
the heroism, courage and strength displayed by hundreds of people in
Boston, Cambridge and Watertown compelled me to to contemplate the
courage that I witness in the ordinary, uneventful day. Weekly, daily,
hourly, I encounter the every-day-hero. These are the heroes that you
have never seen on television, they are seldom written about online. You
won't find their names in the newspaper nor will you hear them
interviewed on the radio. These are the heroes that live quietly every
day next-door to you and me. You pass them on the street without a
second thought, they wait on you at restaurants, they scan your
groceries at the market, they live their lives with quiet, unheralded
courage. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> When
I think of the "every-day hero" I see people in my family. I see the
faces of friends and I recollect the stories shared with me by my
clients. I reflect on the courage I have witnessed which was garnered
ever so reluctantly through unthinkable loss. I know many who move
through their days courageously carrying overwhelming grief, having lost
a child, beloved family member, friend or lover. Their grace mystifies
me. Others have shown steadfast courage and strength in the face of that
which seems inevitable and unchangeable. These heroes have faced
disease, devastation or loss of home. When it comes to friends I am
very fortunate. They have taught me how to be unafraid to stand up and
speak out in the midst of adversity. While others have shown me how to
have the courage to simply and quietly just do what needs to be done. I
have learned about the courage to never give up and to always give the
best you know how. I thank my husband for that. He smoothly maneuvers
through life as an amputee, uncomplaining and fiercely independent. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life
is extremely challenging. Sometimes it seems there is no rhyme or
reason for what happens in the world. The world can feel like a dark
place. But in the madness, in the chaos, there is a vibration of the
energy that I call love. A quality of that vibratory field is courage
and it exists in you and in me. Somehow we manage to find the thread of
light in the darkness. We take hold of that thread and we weave a cloth
of healing and renewal. We survive, go forth, heal and love again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Many
of you reading this are every-day-heroes moving forward courageously,
no matter how hard the day seems, no matter what burdens you bear, what
sadness you are experiencing. You are my heroes, each and every one of
you. I honor you and thank you for your courage, for your fortitude and
for enriching my life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love and light,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nora<br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3c4e00;"><em>Courage lives inside of me. I face the day with strength, fortitude and the infinite energy of love</em></span></span></span></div>
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Nora Hooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15922725486499964648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473384813500991839.post-3389761708476644672013-08-25T09:40:00.001-07:002013-08-25T09:40:21.284-07:00Packing Up My U-Haul<div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;">
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Packing Up My U-haul </span></b></div>
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"In the end the love you take is equal </div>
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to the love you make" </div>
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<em>
</em> <span style="color: black;">The End, Paul McCartney</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">While
giving a reading a few weeks ago, I listened as a client reminisced
about her father. She recalled how he would frequently explain his
philosophy of life by simply imparting the time-worn adage, "You don't
see a u-haul following a hearse." The rather comical image of a hearse
towing a u-haul lead me to question, if I could take something
with me, what would I take and what would I leave behind? It was not
long before I concluded that my imagined u-haul held nothing from the
physical realm. Love was the substance of value I would carry with me
and my expression of love was the tool with which I would leave my mark.</span> <br /></div>
<div style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Imagine a
world where the most precious commodity is not gold, silver, oil or coal
but love. How would we conduct our lives if we knew that we could only
"take" with us the love conceived through our actions and our thoughts?
Suppose the earthly assignment of our souls is to ensure that our
physical chemistry will be composed of the elements of love, kindness,
and harmony as well as oxygen, carbon and nitrogen.</span><br /></div>
<div style="font-size: 12pt;">
<span style="color: black;">Through my
work I am granted a glimpse of the unique light that resides within all
my clients. The core essence of each individual shines through as an
expression of beauty and grace no matter how blind they are to it. What
blocks the awareness of this exquisite light is an attachment to
unrealistic standards measured by a flawed yardstick. The measuring
device is often composed of criteria rooted in the physical world.</span></div>
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Do you believe that you
missed out on success because you are not rich or beautiful by today's
standards? Do berate yourself as you reflect on what you should have
accomplished, achieved or created? Imagine that life is a stage
furnished with various props and set designs. It is on this ephemeral
stage we express our gifts and learn our lessons. Ultimately, it will be
of little consequence where we live, the fortunes we have amassed, what
school we graduate from or how many honors have been bestowed upon us.
What will matter most is the harvest of love we have engendered while
occupying our unique space on the planet. <br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;">How
would we live our lives if what multiplied our worth was the action of
love rather than the accumulation of wealth or the strength of our
might? Decide to practice the art of love. Instill your thoughts with
kindness. Breathe and be patient. Return again and again to that
imaginary u-haul and fill it with the brilliance of your unique light of
love.<br /><br />Love and light,<br />Nora<br /><br /><em>I am an illumination of light, my love shines.</em> </span></div>
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