How To Install a Power-Up Button On Your Body.


// From HighExistence Dose of Awesomeness:

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// For the last few months I have been habitually drawing a thin circle on the top of my left hand. The idea was that every time I noticed this circle, I would be reminded/compelled to return to a present, zen state. This worked so well that I decided to have it tattooed on a few nights ago.

I’ve since discovered the immense potential (and fun) of attributing specific ‘powers’ to parts of your body or objects. Read on to understand what I’m talking about!

Placebo is Powerful

Thanks to the power of belief, you can can turn anything into a power-up button of any kind. The trick is to associate the change you wish to feel with the action. Over and over and over. It might feel forced at first, but the feel will become more natural as the association grows stronger. Remember: the power is in your mind.

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Beauty Everywhere!


Mister Peter Scharpach of the site http://reepken.wordpress.com/ brought these wonders to my attention:

Exquisite photography by Diane Paquin Photographe:

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Along one of Diane’s pictures were these words, which I thought a wonderful poem, but are actually the lyrics to a song(Youtube link) by LOREENA McKENNIT:

The Mystic’s Dream…

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It’s there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home.

And so it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel, feel you move
Every breath is full
 So it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It’s there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you.