Place of Peace

In nature, every hurricane has an eye. Likewise, no matter how fierce the cyclonic winds of your circumstances may be, there is always a place of peace to be found within. That sanctuary of tranquility, deep within your heart, connects you to all the wisdom and resource you shall ever need to weather any storm. …

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Patience and Tranquility

“It's the action, not the fruit of the action, that's important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there'll be any fruit. But that doesn't mean you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your …

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The Achievement of Serenity

"The final wisdom of life requires not the annulment of incongruity but the achievement of serenity within and above it." ~ Reinhold Niebuhr How do you achieve serenity while living in a world of incongruity and limitations? Everywhere you look in the world today there is evidence of turmoil, conflict and unrest, a state that …

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November Evening

I take the time every night to review my day, to tie up any loose ends and to set the stage for the day to come. Some days end like a neatly wrapped package at Christmastime. Others end like a pile of fall leaves, tumultuous and disorderly with little hope of settling into order. No …

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All’s right with the world…tranquility as a point of departure

Pippa's Song, by Robert Browning The year 's at the spring, And day 's at the morn; Morning 's at seven; The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd; The lark 's on the wing; The snail 's on the thorn; God 's in His heaven— All 's right with the world! I love this little poem as it …

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A visit to the “still wood”

"An April Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain.    I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The …

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