Love this ️ so true. Thanks for sharing.
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.
One is EVIL – it is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride superiority, and ego.
The other is GOOD – it is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.’
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather ‘which wolf wins?’
The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one
I found a lot of stuff to share today. I hope everyone had a good start to the new year. Everydayday is a new chance to start again. I’m trying to do what works for today today and that is it. The rest will fall into place.
You have found a lot! I love it all, as always, but in particular the thought for the day - you can choose your choices but not your consequences. It kind of immediately makes sense but the more I think about it the more important it feels.
Keep on keeping on friend.
This was about dealing with food cravings but the deal seems about the same. Stop, observe, be curious. Why is this happening? Is it a reaction to stress, or is a distraction needed? Taking a breath and a step back gives us time and space to evaluate and make a choice of what to do next.
Just read this poem and it struck a cord and has put me in the right frame of mind to get through today.
Still I Rise
BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
565 days sober and there are days I still struggle with what the next right thing is or rather I know what I should do but fear that step. The readings from today have helped open my eyes a bit. Thanks to all if you guys in this forum. I love reading your posts and replies it has truly helped me grow. Thank you.
Love the bit about ‘We’ and giving something back. During the Homily this morning the priest talked about how many of us are knowledge seekers but fail to share that knowledge to teach, support and show love for others. As he was talking I was reminded of this group and the 12 steps and how people’s experiences provide insight, comfort and support to others in the forum.
Thank you for sharing i love this
When dealing with overwhelm it can be useful to come back to what is actually going on, to avoid getting caught up in destructive mind spirals. Find:
5 things you can see
4 things you can touch
3 things you can hear
2 things you can smell
1 thing you can taste