how crises and events in our lives can shape and inform our continuing growth and development as human beings.

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Liberating hot summer passion

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The passionate youngsters kissing and canoodling nearby are living in a place of passionate abundance. Their inner spirits are floating free and everything is still possible to them. But one day they too may forget that at any time in our lives we can open to the positive forces of our emotions, telling us of the infinite possibilities that are still within our reach, regardless of age, economic disposition, or relational status.

Failure is good

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Failing, or getting it wrong, just means that we are in the process of learning something new, trying something we've not done before. Perhaps even something other people haven't done before. Sailing in uncharted waters. And while that is scary, it's also the way we move life forward. And in doing so we join the explorers of new continents, the space missions, the inner space astronauts, the mystics, and every single toddler taking his or her first steps.

Confident and insecure

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How can you be confident and insecure at the same time? I don't…

Neither here nor there

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I don’t belong yet I don’t care because I am neither Here, nor there.

Monkey Reasoning

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Rather than clamour for the same, we should explore what our unique need is, and clamour for that. What is bananas to one, is peanuts to another and what seemed to be less attention for me, was the care and love that was more needed by the other

Self love and self doubt

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If someone tells you, lovingly, that you think quite highly of yourself, is that a compliment or an insult? Isn't it okay to feel good about yourself and let that show? How complicated we've made things.

Lost in transition

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There will always be a period of transition, of being a little lost. Being lost in transition is part and parcel of the adventure.

The courage to fly again

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I know that I can fly again My fear has made me stronger than My courage ever could.

Misty bridge

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The bridge that connects,Bridge between the living and the dead you to me, is often shrouded in mist. At times we see, and then we don’t our loved ones gently kissed