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<blockquote data-quote="New Leaf" data-source="post: 680633" data-attributes="member: 19522"><p>Yes. We are also not lost because, according to this article below, <em>we are all linked together,</em> connected not only as humans by our experiences, but by an inert gas in the air we breath, that has been present on this earth for eons. Therefore, we are connected to everyone and everything, with every breath we take. </p><p><em>We have seen everything, too.</em></p><p> <a href="https://healingmankind.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/breathing-gandhi-eternally-connected-to-others/" target="_blank">https://healingmankind.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/breathing-gandhi-eternally-connected-to-others/</a></p><p></p><p>In <em>The Sacred Balance</em>, Suzuki quotes Shapley as saying that "Your next breath will contain more than 400,000 of the argon atoms that Ghandi breathed in his long life. Argon atoms are here from the conversations at the Last Supper, from the arguments of diplomats at Yalta, and from the recitations of the classic poets." And from the exhalations of the dinosaurs, the whales and the sabre-toothed tigers.</p><p>Air, says Suzuki, is "a matrix that joins all life together," past and future as well as present. We inhale our ancestors and exhale into the lungs of our children.</p><p><a href="http://www.thegreeninterview.com/blog/most-important-idea-world-sunday-column-march-20-2011" target="_blank">http://www.thegreeninterview.com/blog/most-important-idea-world-sunday-column-march-20-2011</a></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>"Had they not loved us, we would not be alive to our kindness or pain or joy. We would be dead inside. Instead, we are alive enough to suffer</em>." They loved us, the only way they could. We are still here.</p><p>Yes this what I meant when I wrote it is too hard for my sis to look back at my story. Not only because our perspectives are different, because deep down inside of her she <em>knows. </em></p><p> Giving us light, because we have been brave enough to ask the questions, to seek answers and solutions. The light has been there all along. The more we know, heal and grow, the greater the flame.</p><p></p><p> We are all imperfect humans, trying to do our best. Who can know why one person is this way, or that. As you wrote, Cedar the human spectrum of emotions is a symphony.</p><p> Each human that has lived, or will ever live, contributes in their own way to the music. </p><p></p><p>leafy</p><p></p><p>I had a strange experience today......</p><p></p><p> I had to go home from work. I had a terrible headache, sick to my stomach. It started out, my usual sinus issues. I plodded through my walk, then went on to work and my headache shifted, I felt dizzy. My neck was tense and sore. My eyes hurt with the light. I realized it may be a migraine, I haven't had one in quite some time. </p><p></p><p>I stayed still, my head in my hands shielding out the light. My office mates asked me what was wrong, and I could barely speak. I felt queasy and motion sick, even though I was not moving. I drifted off to this weird dream space. I thought I was having some kind of brain attack. I had to leave work and struggled on the short drive home. Hands gripped the wheel tightly as I struggled to push past the pain and waves of nausea. I stumbled into the house and fell on the bed. </p><p>I didn't have any migraine pain medications, so I drifted in and out of a fitful sleep. I hallucinated. It was rather weird. I saw images, shadows in the window. I had short dreams, my sister on a white horse, smiling and beckoning me to ride with her. Running through fields of tall grass. Swimming in the ocean.</p><p> </p><p>Hubs in the backroom unzipped his backpack and the noise of the zipper said "Help".</p><p> </p><p>It was a strange, altered state. </p><p>As I write now, I feel woozy and floaty, but not nauseous. </p><p>The right side of my head, which was affected earlier feels....odd. </p><p>I am not crazy, I had a migraine. </p><p>Auras.</p><p></p><p>This has been brought on by stress. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Healing..........</p><p></p><p></p><p>I need movement, and have been<em> saddled </em>with this class. Four hours, three nights a week. In the nights I have attended, it has been mentioned several times, "You will never have to use this material in your job"</p><p></p><p>Well hello, then why am I here?</p><p></p><p>It is bothering me because I am finding out that the syllabus is over inflated to satisfy grant requirements. We received a huge complicated medical terminology textbook (we will never use this in our jobs). I am not allowed to call a rash, a rash (<em>small red itchy dots</em>) but am leaning and being tested on latin and greek root words, prefixes and suffixes, singular and plural, 14 chapters of a textbook that looks like something premed students use. "Oh, and by the way" the instructor says with a wink, "You will be tested, but here are the tests, with the answers, just study these." Ahem. Isn't that<em> cheating</em>?</p><p></p><p>All I can think is, this is all bs and we are pawns in the system. </p><p>Fine for the other participants, but I, healing, living breathing Leafy, have no time for this.</p><p>I am not a pawn.</p><p>Peace out, class and bogus certificate 2.</p><p></p><p>Healing.</p><p></p><p>The old Leafy would have trudged reluctantly through the 7 weeks. </p><p>This one says hello, first migraine in what, 20 years. </p><p>Your body is telling you something and you are going to listen to it. </p><p></p><p>"What you need to do, Leafy, is figure out a way to paint."</p><p></p><p>So, I am saving my money to build a small studio.</p><p></p><p>Healing.</p><p></p><p>My clay class instructor called to see if I wanted to do a raku session. "YES!'</p><p></p><p>Healing.</p><p></p><p>Life is precious. Time is short.</p><p></p><p>Healing sounds really, really good.</p><p></p><p>(((HUGS)))</p><p>leafy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="New Leaf, post: 680633, member: 19522"] Yes. We are also not lost because, according to this article below, [I]we are all linked together,[/I] connected not only as humans by our experiences, but by an inert gas in the air we breath, that has been present on this earth for eons. Therefore, we are connected to everyone and everything, with every breath we take. [I]We have seen everything, too.[/I] [URL]https://healingmankind.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/breathing-gandhi-eternally-connected-to-others/[/URL] In [I]The Sacred Balance[/I], Suzuki quotes Shapley as saying that "Your next breath will contain more than 400,000 of the argon atoms that Ghandi breathed in his long life. Argon atoms are here from the conversations at the Last Supper, from the arguments of diplomats at Yalta, and from the recitations of the classic poets." And from the exhalations of the dinosaurs, the whales and the sabre-toothed tigers. Air, says Suzuki, is "a matrix that joins all life together," past and future as well as present. We inhale our ancestors and exhale into the lungs of our children. [URL]http://www.thegreeninterview.com/blog/most-important-idea-world-sunday-column-march-20-2011[/URL] [I]"Had they not loved us, we would not be alive to our kindness or pain or joy. We would be dead inside. Instead, we are alive enough to suffer[/I]." They loved us, the only way they could. We are still here. Yes this what I meant when I wrote it is too hard for my sis to look back at my story. Not only because our perspectives are different, because deep down inside of her she [I]knows. [/I] Giving us light, because we have been brave enough to ask the questions, to seek answers and solutions. The light has been there all along. The more we know, heal and grow, the greater the flame. We are all imperfect humans, trying to do our best. Who can know why one person is this way, or that. As you wrote, Cedar the human spectrum of emotions is a symphony. Each human that has lived, or will ever live, contributes in their own way to the music. leafy I had a strange experience today...... I had to go home from work. I had a terrible headache, sick to my stomach. It started out, my usual sinus issues. I plodded through my walk, then went on to work and my headache shifted, I felt dizzy. My neck was tense and sore. My eyes hurt with the light. I realized it may be a migraine, I haven't had one in quite some time. I stayed still, my head in my hands shielding out the light. My office mates asked me what was wrong, and I could barely speak. I felt queasy and motion sick, even though I was not moving. I drifted off to this weird dream space. I thought I was having some kind of brain attack. I had to leave work and struggled on the short drive home. Hands gripped the wheel tightly as I struggled to push past the pain and waves of nausea. I stumbled into the house and fell on the bed. I didn't have any migraine pain medications, so I drifted in and out of a fitful sleep. I hallucinated. It was rather weird. I saw images, shadows in the window. I had short dreams, my sister on a white horse, smiling and beckoning me to ride with her. Running through fields of tall grass. Swimming in the ocean. Hubs in the backroom unzipped his backpack and the noise of the zipper said "Help". It was a strange, altered state. As I write now, I feel woozy and floaty, but not nauseous. The right side of my head, which was affected earlier feels....odd. I am not crazy, I had a migraine. Auras. This has been brought on by stress. Healing.......... I need movement, and have been[I] saddled [/I]with this class. Four hours, three nights a week. In the nights I have attended, it has been mentioned several times, "You will never have to use this material in your job" Well hello, then why am I here? It is bothering me because I am finding out that the syllabus is over inflated to satisfy grant requirements. We received a huge complicated medical terminology textbook (we will never use this in our jobs). I am not allowed to call a rash, a rash ([I]small red itchy dots[/I]) but am leaning and being tested on latin and greek root words, prefixes and suffixes, singular and plural, 14 chapters of a textbook that looks like something premed students use. "Oh, and by the way" the instructor says with a wink, "You will be tested, but here are the tests, with the answers, just study these." Ahem. Isn't that[I] cheating[/I]? All I can think is, this is all bs and we are pawns in the system. Fine for the other participants, but I, healing, living breathing Leafy, have no time for this. I am not a pawn. Peace out, class and bogus certificate 2. Healing. The old Leafy would have trudged reluctantly through the 7 weeks. This one says hello, first migraine in what, 20 years. Your body is telling you something and you are going to listen to it. "What you need to do, Leafy, is figure out a way to paint." So, I am saving my money to build a small studio. Healing. My clay class instructor called to see if I wanted to do a raku session. "YES!' Healing. Life is precious. Time is short. Healing sounds really, really good. (((HUGS))) leafy [/QUOTE]
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