tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84852633438771742552024-02-02T08:42:42.492-08:00Vita NaturalisVitaNaturalis is dedicated to providing thought provoking blogposts to aid you in the journey of spirituality. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586912302681695599noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485263343877174255.post-86963130839641547292018-11-12T04:50:00.003-08:002018-11-12T04:50:40.347-08:00What is the future?
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">“Take the time today to enjoy the little things” ~ Michele Knight</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Today is November 9th and only 46 days until Christmas. How does that even happen? It seems like only yesterday we were bringing in the New Year. Most people I speak to spend their lives working and focusing on the future. You will hear them say that they are working towards their retirement, or they will take that trip when their kids are out of the house, or when they finally retire they will have time to do what they truly love.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">What is the future? Tomorrow is really the future of today and today is the past of yesterday. Can you remember when you were a child and you had dreams about the future? Back then we had imaginations! Technically, when you think about it, we are living in that “future” right now. Does it look and feel the way you thought it would? Are you happy, fulfilled and doing everything you ever dreamt of? Is this what you imagined the future to be?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">So we run through the motions of life to work hard towards a future, that we don’t even recognize as the future when we get there. And while we are so busy working hard for this “ultimate” future, we miss out on so many things!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">How many times have you been to busy working for the future that you haven’t had time to play with your kids, read them a book or attend their sporting event or music recital? How many times have you had to cancel date night with your spouse or significant other or Sunday dinner with your aging parents? How many times have you missed out on that European Vacation or beach getaway so you could continue to work and save up for the future?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">My coach, the beautiful Melanie Ann Layer brought this to my attention several months ago. She reminded me, that when we exit this earth we have seven minutes of brain activity that plays back all of the most meaningful memories we created in our life time.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Seven minutes. This really got my mind going and I decided to quit worrying about the future that I won’t even recognize when I get there, and instead put my focus on creating memories every single day! I decided that I wanted to create a seven minute masterpiece!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">When you wake up every morning and declare that you are going to make a memory, the whole outlook of your day changes. There is a quote by Alice Morse Earle ~ “Everyday may not be good…but there’s something good in everyday”. When I started, with purpose and on purpose to look for the good in each and everyday my life changed. I started responding to negative situations rather than reacting. I started asking myself, “How would I like to remember this situation in hindsight?” “How would I like to be remembered in this situation in hindsight?”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">So take sometime and ask yourself some questions. Who do you want to have a better relationship with? Who haven’t you been spending time with? Is there a trip you would like to go on? Is there a movie you would like to watch, live theatre, concert? What are the things that you have been wanting to do, but keep putting off? What could you do tomorrow to create a positive lasting memory? It doesn’t require you to spend a lot of money…some of the best memories don’t cost a cent! If you have small children, plan a simple picnic in the living room. If your kids are bigger just plan a meal at home with no cell phones and engage in conversation. Play a board game. Take a few extra minutes to give your spouse some extra attention. Plan a weekly date night.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Bottom line is that life gets busy and we get caught up in stuff that in the end really doesn’t matter. Take sometime and think about your last seven minutes and how you would like to see the memories playback for you. Ask yourself , “What really matters?”Create a masterpiece worthy of an Oscar!!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586912302681695599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485263343877174255.post-19247636077681773302018-11-06T08:54:00.002-08:002018-11-06T08:54:43.325-08:00The Power of "I Love You"
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7uBUMmHH8ZrRmPHpLigLvwlaqgeu0qgspzC6PYjk1PWiupyJB57SvRxuivPmnyYjIqP5r3mrMLsHnKcdL4yJQf3tv01j8aPZ0IolVe2l0E4cOEQl2uAVtVX-nFwmKR89zwHj7c5mJr2P/s1600/Screen+Shot+2018-11-01+at+9.01.49+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="646" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7uBUMmHH8ZrRmPHpLigLvwlaqgeu0qgspzC6PYjk1PWiupyJB57SvRxuivPmnyYjIqP5r3mrMLsHnKcdL4yJQf3tv01j8aPZ0IolVe2l0E4cOEQl2uAVtVX-nFwmKR89zwHj7c5mJr2P/s320/Screen+Shot+2018-11-01+at+9.01.49+AM.png" width="320" /></span></a><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">As a mother of 4 children there are often times when I wondered if have done enough or even said enough. I grew up in a 2 parent home with 2 siblings. We travelled, played sports and were afforded many experiences, but the words, “I Love You” were never spoken. I knew that I was loved, by my parents actions and the time they spend driving us to our numerous activities etc. and always making their presence known even in adulthood when I needed them. But again I never heard those 3 simple words…I Love you.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">In my adult life I have immersed myself into personal development and since my divorce, spirituality. I have always tried to share my new found knowledge with my children and I have often wondered if it went in one ear and out the other. I have always tried to live my life in a positive manner and impart that on my children. I have always made a conscious effort to let them know that I love them and make them feel comfortable<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>enough to reach out to me with their problems or experiences, no matter how big or small and I would listen without judgement.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I have made mistakes along the way and I can own each and every one of them. Through these mistakes and experiences I have grown mentally, emotionally and spiritually and I don’t regret anything I went through to get me where I am standing today. Even through the darkest moments I have been able to see the light and find the positive in the most difficult times. It’s in these difficult times when we learn the lessons that catapult us to the next level.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">My son has just left home to attend University in Waterloo. He had some struggles the past year and it broke my heart to see him so tormented and in so much pain and anguish while he was fighting his internal battles. It was so difficult to sit back and watch the self destruction when I was feeling completely helpless to stop it. I would ask myself where I went wrong, what could I have done differently, does he know that I love him?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtu6SO7qwm2MFrYC3OzppUMVZ2F6txVHd0Zaa8E7PH_-b0rahX-9swXrXMrlYd3AfhcmBQ1GZptM6I-5QiSdUgRojxryG4ZnuVnK2-mz4pqNhls2-rOPM5NMjun0rKI-rxDnqwYg7GaoTA/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="560" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtu6SO7qwm2MFrYC3OzppUMVZ2F6txVHd0Zaa8E7PH_-b0rahX-9swXrXMrlYd3AfhcmBQ1GZptM6I-5QiSdUgRojxryG4ZnuVnK2-mz4pqNhls2-rOPM5NMjun0rKI-rxDnqwYg7GaoTA/s400/6.png" width="400" /></span></a><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">What I have learnt is that life happens for you, not to you. We all have lessons in life we need to learn in order to succeed and grow. We are all responsible for the choices we make and therefore we are also responsible for the consequences we must face as a result. We tend to pray for good times when things are bad but we forget to pray and give thanks when things are good. I run across a number of people who either cannot or refuse to take responsibility for the “bad things”. They are very comfortable playing a “victim” and blaming everyone else for their hardships.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">My son is incredible. The growth I have witnessed in him the past 3 months is unbelievable. He made some decision’s and he accepted responsibility for his past choices and he has made some incredibly great choices. He knows that he has the power to be and do anything he desires and I look forward to watching him as he continues to navigate through this journey of life.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">When he approached me last week and asked me to do this joint blog with him on self-improvement, spirituality and topics of interest it was a no brainer. What would make me happier than working with my son on a project that could have a lasting impact on others? See we don’t need to change the whole world…we can start by as Ghandi says, “ Be the change you want to see in the world”…and from there we just need to make a difference in one persons life at a time.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Everyday is a brand new baby day!! We can make it any way we want it! How do you want your day to look?</span></span></div>
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