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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling


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Tea ☕️​

Five times a day, I make tea. I do this
because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling
of self-directed kindness. I’m not used to it—
warmth and kindness, both—so I create my own
when I can. It’s easy. You just pour
water into a kettle and turn the knob and listen
for the scream. I do this
five times a day. Sometimes, when I’m pleased,
I let out a little sound. A poet noticed this
and it made me feel I might one day
properly be loved. Because no one is here
to love me, I make tea for myself
and leave the radio playing. I must
remind myself I am here, and do so
by noticing myself: my feet are cold
inside my socks, they touch the ground, my stomach
churns, my heart stutters, in my hands I hold
a warmth I make.
I come from
a people who pray five times a day
and make tea. I admire the way they do
both. How they drop to the ground
wherever they are. Drop
pine nuts and mint sprigs in a glass.
I think to care for the self
is a kind of prayer. It is a gesture
of devotion toward what is not always beloved
or believed. I do not always believe
in myself, or love myself, I am sure
there are times I am bad or gone
or lying. In another’s mouth, tea often means gossip,
but sometimes means truth. Despite
the trope, in my experience my people do not lie
for pleasure, or when they should,
even when it might be a gesture
of kindness. But they are kind. If you were
to visit, a woman would bring you
a tray of tea. At any time of day.
My people love tea so much
it was once considered a sickness. Their colonizers
tried, as with any joy, to snuff it out. They feared a love
so strong one might sell or kill their other
loves for leaves and sugar. Teaism
sounds like a kind of faith
I’d buy into, a god I wouldn’t fear. I think now I truly believe
I wouldn’t kill anyone for love,
not even myself—most days
I can barely get out of bed. So I make tea.
I stand at the window while I wait.
My feet are cold and the radio plays its little sounds.
I do the small thing I know how to do
to care for myself. I am trying to notice joy,
which means survive. I do this all day, and then the next.

Leila Chatti


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What thing I have been thinking about recently is how important the BODY is to healing. The saying, ‘mind, body and soul.’

Just like Mother Earth is conscious, so are our bodies - they hold our emotions. Eating healthy and working out is as important as healing emotional trauma.

Working on the body also helps with grounding. So many people who are interested into spirituality, fly off into the depths of their mind looking for spiritual truth. They forget to live in the moment and can become very ungrounded in this pursuit. The truth is, as much as spirituality is true, it is also true to remember to live in the moment and concentrate on being.

All this advice about being in the moment and being grounded, should also have included within it the importance of looking after your physical self. With this in mind, daily exercise and eating a healthy Vegan should be given as much importance as all other spiritual truth’s.

For so long, I have preferred to concentrate on my soul and working on my shadow, and seeing the body as a lesser being, a temporary vessel, that is weak and will soon die. No, just as Mother Earth is a beautiful, conscious, breathing entity, so is my body.

Just as the sloping hills of the Earth envelopes me in beauty and peace, so does my body. Thank you. 🌍 🙏 💚


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‘We suffer very much because we consist of mind and have lost the body’

CG Jung
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Spirituality at its essence is causing no harm to other’s. This is the aim. It is more fully achieved by healing yourself, so you project less and less. By forgiving yourself, you forgive other’s. It’s a life-long process that requires forgiving, then forgiving again. 🤍

david starling

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Spirituality at its essence is causing no harm to other’s. This is the aim. It is more fully achieved by healing yourself, so you project less and less. By forgiving yourself, you forgive other’s. It’s a life-long process that requires forgiving, then forgiving again. 🤍
And so, in the End, the Love You Receive, is Equal to the Love you Send.
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‘Just living isn’t enough,’ said the butterfly, ‘one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.’
Hans Christian Anderson 🦋


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‘The Shaman’s path mirrors that of the artist in that there is oftentimes an early wounding, a tragic loss, illness or a combination of other challenging events that act as an initiatory threshold into one’s calling.’
Mary Antonio Wood, The Archetypal Artist 🪄