The year of the fire rooster
In Chinese astrology
Nothing under controll
So which vibrational attitude do you have?
Four Steps of Ho'opono'pono
Responsibility & Acceptance: Only you are responsible for how you feel, what you're thinking, judging, projecting or experiencing in the world. By taking responsibility for your experience, you are owning it and therefore taking back your power to transform it! Accepting what is, moves you forward to the next step.
Forgiveness & Reconciliation: When you choose to forgive and reconcile what you've perceived to be wrong, we remove the illusion of separation and come into the heart of compassion. Forgiveness is a journey from the wound to the words thank you. To truly forgive is to set ourselves free from that which we've been resenting or holding onto. When we project our blame, guilt or anger onto something or someone, the thing we hurt most is our Self.
Gratitude: Gratitude for the challenge is the result of having truly forgiven. Sometimes it can be a journey to get here. Ultimately it starts with a choice and the choice is to find the blessings and gift in this current challenge, person or situation.
Love: Love is the result of having moved through this process fully and completely. When you can look at your challenge and feel unconditional love for it, you know you have completely healed and let go.
(Text by Brad Morris).
"Expect nothing. Appreciate everything."
A Buddha quote.
Duckling with a limp
The orphaned duckling born July 4rth has a deformed left leg with its "foot" in a 45 degree angle inwards. It trips a lot and can't run.
I pray it won't matter in water.
It's so cute but each step is a fight for equilibrium/balance. Poor thing.
My main concern is to motivate it to eat. As it it is so still due to its leg it feels depressed.
I still have a hard time mingling with H after the death of the smallest one (born April 29th) and the cutting of the tree. Each day this week something adds up on the bad list.
H folded the steel duck cage outside yesterday evening as he claimed it disturbed the grass...
H destroyed my beige Peak Performance shirt with some product.
Tuesday H was rude and nonchalant when we watched Sergent Garcia (a kind of local Manu Chao) perform on our anniversary not talking to me and walking ten steps ahead of me all the way from the Boathouse to Place de Crète. (This week is "Les Fondus du Macadam" in town.) I returned home on my own after three songs. Surprisingly H had reached home before me?!
In the mornings H can't say Good morning nor Good night... Just a hello and not a word around 10pm when he is turning his back towards me to sleep. No manners. Just this Bam-Bam fashion as a characture of a spoilt three year old who doesn't get his way fast enough.
At 58 H has became a sulking grumpy old fart.
Too bad his birthday June 14th (Yes, the same as Donald Trump's...) is passé...