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Why Feminism Insults Real Women Article by Rebekah Merkle The feminist movement has accomplished much in our country. Apart from the abortion carnage, I suspect the most unfortunate accomplishment is that it has destroyed the idea of achieving excellence as a woman. That may seem counterintuitive. After all, aren’t feminists fighting so that we women can … Continue reading Throw Like a Girl
I hear a lot of talk lately about how many things are not fair. Who said life was fair?
Whose standard would be used in order for something to be judged fair? The mere fact that a judgment must be made insures a standard must be used to measure against. A judgment of competing ideas or goal requires that a determination be made as to which idea or portion of an idea is better than another. When a judgment is made it also means one idea or part of an idea was discriminated against. Judgments such as this have been made by each of us for many years, such as what we wear and how we wear it. The clothes we chose not to wear could complain it is not fair that they were not chosen and that they were discriminated…
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I was rushing all my life.
But now the pain in my joints is forcing me to slow down.
And I like it.
Not a pain but slowing down. 🙂
Going slow I’m avoiding tripping, falling down and breaking my old aching bones.
And I have time to think where I’m going, why I’m going there and what I will do when I get there. 🙂
Sure, I can hurry up if there is emergency.
Than I will forget the pain and I will do whatever have to be done under the circumstances.
This old Italian Proverb explains why going slow is better:
Chi va piano
Means: He who go slowly
And goes far
So slow down if you want to go sano and go lontano. 🙂
And someone Anonymous said:
Slow down happiness is trying to catch you.
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By Rev Paul N. Papas II
May 2, 2017
Sometimes you can’t see the forest through the trees. Sometimes you feel like you are knee deep in alligators.
Have you become a boiled frog?
I’m referring, to the proverbial frog that, placed in a pot of cold water that is gradually heated, never realizes the danger it’s in and is boiled alive. The hypothetical boiled frog is a useful metaphor for a very real problem: the difficulty of responding to abusive situations that creep up on you a bit at a time.
Most of us become so comfortable or used to our current situation that we don’t really know how to escape from it? (the heat) Don’t put up with rising temperatures!
Let’s not be a boiled frog!
Are you in a job which doesn’t suit you, your skills, your values, your personality or in abusive situation? Have you…
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by Ava Pennington These days, the information superhighway resembles a virtual Wild West more than it does a highway. Problem is, the local sheriff is usually several steps behind the bad guys. Often the targets—our kids—don’t think they need protecting. A 2012 study by McAfee indicated that almost 70% of teens hide their online activity. … Continue reading Online Trends Parents Need to Warn Their Kids About
by Ryan Duncan "Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world.” - 1 John 4:1 It’s sad to say, but not everyone who claims to be Christian is really a follower of Christ. Many are simply … Continue reading Warning Signs of a Spiritual Narcissist
Poems we love are just songs
we must sing again and again.
Well, yes I have written such poems on occasion and several times in fact, not because I was asked, but just because my heart or soul or maybe some other nameless part of me couldn’t help but do so. I’ve quoted Rachel Carson, Walt Whitman, and Wallace Stegner just to add intellectual heft to my haranguing. And based on what I can tell, so far none of my writing or talking has made a single bit of difference, except that I now stare dumbstruck at the magnificence of a single ocean wave, and cannot take my eyes off clouds and full moons or Giant Egrets, taking one tiny sacred step at a time. After all, isn’t every poem ever just a search and rescue party for our heart and soul– nothing protected, nothing saved, nothing sustained…
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by jmsabbagh Once a wise man was asked . “”When love begins and when it ends ?” The wise man took a long breath and said.” My dear, love begins with a look from the eye.” What do you men wise one .? ” l mean ,love begins with the eye to captures the heart. … Continue reading Love ! / The Eye. (Post # 880)