"There is a magnet in your heart that will attract true friends. That magnet is unselfishness, thinking of others first...when you learn to live for others, they will live for you."

Knock At The Door

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It Is All In How You Look At Things

There once was a woman who woke up one morning,Looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
Well,” she said, “I think I’ll braid my hair today?”So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
“H-M-M,” she said, “I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today?”So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
“Well,” she said, “today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.”So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn’t a single hair on her head.
“YEA!” she exclaimed, “I don’t have to fix my hair today!”
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly…….
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

A Happy Enviroment Makes Happy Humans

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Happy Ending

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.

The other dishes are mine and contain my food.

Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not

stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find

that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.

Racing me to the bottom is not the object.

Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.

I am very sorry about this.

Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort,

however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.

It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other,

stretched out to the fullest extent possible.

I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues

hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom!

If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut,

it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or

get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door.

I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using

the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first,

then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.

I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND

LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

(1) They live here. You don't.

(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.

That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.

(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they

(1) eat less,

(2) don't ask for money all the time,

(3) are easier to train,

(4) normally come when called,

(5) never ask to drive the car,

(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;

(7) don't smoke or drink,

(8) don't want to wear your clothes,

(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,

(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and

(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

And now for the Happy Ending part!!

Here is a link to the no-kill animal adoption center.

Check them out they are some very compassionate people !

Via:

http://www.happyendings.us/

The Two-Headed Banjo Picker

Many of you may have seen this wierd fella around before .You probably haven't seen it animated though! This is pretty hillarious- Enjoy!

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This Link Is A Must Click

This is one of the most beautiful and

inspirational sites I have found in a good long time!

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

http://serenityman.com/

~When They Sleep~

-- When They Sleep--

All people are children when they sleep.There's no war in them then.

They open their hands and breathe

in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.

They pucker their lips like small children

and open their hands halfway,

soldiers and statesmen,

servants and masters.

The stars stand guard

and a haze veils the sky,

a few hours when no one

will do anybody harm.

If only we could speak to one another then

when our hearts are half-open flowers.

Words like golden beeswould drift in.--

God, teach me the language of sleep.

~ Rolf Jacobsen ~

Which God?

There is something spiritual and magic about old book stores and libraries.Maybe it is just the smell of old books bringing back forgotten childhood memories, or maybe there is a deeper spiritual connection I can’t explain, but every time I am in a library I feel connected to a higher wisdom and my creativity and inspiration take flight.There was a public library by my apartment building where I would spend hours every day. I would take my stack of books, go outside in the park, lay down under a majestic eucalyptus tree and read until my back started hurting.
In that park, for many days I would see this little old man meditating under a tree.
He was an intriguing little man with a strange smile on his face, like the cat that had swallowed a canary. It was a smile of total satisfaction coming from inside and it ticked me off with its serenity. One day I went and sat next to him in the shade. I said:- Hi! Are you a Buddhist?- Yes.- What kind of Buddhist are you, what do you believe in?- God.- Which God?
He stopped for a moment and pierced me with his little biddy eyes.- I don’t know… how many Gods are there?- Well, uh, there is only one God.- So, isn’t that a silly question to ask?- No, not at all. There are thousands of religions and each one claims to represent the real God. So which one is the real one?- Do you have a mother?- Of course I have a mother. Isn’t that a silly question to ask?- No, not really. There are millions of mothers out there. How do you know which one is your real mother?So the little man is playing tough. I had to stop and think. Where is the catch? Ok. Let’s play along and see where this goes.- My mother is my mother because she made me.- So, how come you don’t know who your father is?
I had this strange feeling that I was about to get a higher understanding of something that had eluded me so many times before. I stood there, my wheels spinning at hyper speed.- You think you can choose God like you choose a pair of shoes? …You choose the right one and you go straight to heaven, you choose the wrong one and you go straight to hell? …There is no choosing. Nobody has God. No religion, no country, no race, no man has God. God has all of us, the Christians, the Buddhists, the Muslims, the Hindus and even the ones that don’t believe in God at all. We don’t make God, God made us. We don’t choose God, God chose us.
Well, I had to admit. That was something I never considered. There is no choice. God is my father and I couldn’t change that even if I wanted to. It is what it is and that’s all it is.A question still remained. So I asked:- So how does one relate to God?- How do you relate to your mother?- I love her more than anything in this world.- Well if that’s good enough for your mother I believe it’s good enough for your father too.- You don’t understand. It is not that simple… What should one think of God and how… how do you believe in God?- It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you believe about God or if you believe in God. What matters is what God believes about you. The question is not do you believe in God. The question is, does God believe in you?
I had no idea, no clue, no answer. I felt like a piñata after a Mexican birthday party.My head hurt, my heart ached. I stood up and stumbled my way back home.This little guy had just shattered my whole belief system in 5 minutes. I had to get some rest.
I recouped really fast and went back to my new found teacher armed with even more questions, battling over every argument, from philosophy to politics.He was a hard cookie to break.Many times I would find him meditating and out of respect I would sit down beside him and pretend that I was meditating too, although I would just sit there with my eyes closed waiting for him to start talking.
One of those days sitting there “meditating” I let my mind wander and in a flash of lightning I had the revelation of God.
It was such a shock that my whole body reacted and I believe I groaned so loudly that I woke him up. I stood still as a stone, looking at him, tears rolling down my face. He smiled at me and I knew he knew. I smiled back and he knew that I knew.
After a life time of searching, after crossing an ocean and thousands of miles, finally I found God. Not in a church, not in a bible but right here in my heart. He was always there, all I had to do was say:- Hi God!

VIA: http://www.zenmoments.org/the-thirst-for-spirituality/