Monday, 19 March 2012
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Follow up: What Is Your Purpose
Hello All- its been a while!
After my post below regarding what your purpose was in life, I was finally pushed to read 5 People You Meet in Heaven. What a wonderful, short read. It is just shy of 200 pages (small pages at that) and it only took me a few hours to read (at most!). If you haven't read it I highly suggest that you pick it up!
My favourite saying from the entire book was very early on, I believe it was in Eddie's first lesson...
After my post below regarding what your purpose was in life, I was finally pushed to read 5 People You Meet in Heaven. What a wonderful, short read. It is just shy of 200 pages (small pages at that) and it only took me a few hours to read (at most!). If you haven't read it I highly suggest that you pick it up!
My favourite saying from the entire book was very early on, I believe it was in Eddie's first lesson...
"There are no random acts. We are all connected. You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind"
I think people would treat people a whole lot nicer if they realized and took this idea into consideration. It is an idea I have always toyed with and believed in, but it is good to remind you ever once and a while just how true it is!
Sorry for the short post, writers block just set in!
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Winter Wonderland
Welcome to Winter Wonderland!
Looks like all the snow went up north this year :)
Monday, 27 February 2012
13-year-old referee ejects hockey mom and coach
"Police in New Brunswick's Kennebecasis Valley were called to a local rink Friday night after a 13-year-old referee ejected a hockey mom and a peewee coach.
The coach of the Saint John Ice Cats peewee team wasn't taking questions today about the incident at Friday night's game in Quispamsis, N.B.
During that game one of the team's coaches was ejected along with a player and a hockey mom after witnesses say they verbally abused a 13-year-old referee for missing calls.
The game involved house league players who are 11 and 12 years old.
Hockey Canada has a zero-tolerance policy regarding verbal abuse of on-ice officials, which was implemented in Saint John last August.
That rule allows referees – even 13 year olds – to eject coaches, and to stop the game until abusive spectators leave the stands.
Tempers got so hot Friday that police were called to the Qplex arena in case anyone tried to confront the young officials outside the arena.
When approached on Sunday after another peewee game, one of the coaches made it clear he had nothing to say about the matter.
The mother, who was ejected, said only the incident is now over and she has no regrets about her part in it."
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/new-brunswick/story/2012/02/26/nb-young-ref-zero-tolerance.html?cmp=rss
GOOD FOR HIM! I am glad to see someone taking the rules set in place to protect the referees seriously. Someone needs to start, its great, but almost a shame that its a 13 year old...what about all those older individuals who have been taking this abuse for years?
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
What is your purpose?
Happy post chocolate comatose day to all those who ate chocolate on Valentines Day! I just realized it has been a while since any of us have blogged... so I thought I would provide a thought from a brain flow I had in class this morning.
What is YOUR purpose in life? I mean besides, reproduction, sleeping, and eating. What is the reason you were put on this earth by whatever religious, spiritual, non-religious, non-spiritual, focus of life you believe in?
Its something we don't often take the time to think about. I personally believe that we were all put on this planet to complete a certain goal. And that our lives are all incredibly intertwined. We meet people for reasons, people leave our lives for reasons, ect... sort of Adjustment Bureau-esque.
I am not really sure why I was put on this earth. I am not completely sure of what my purpose is here yet. I have some thoughts that could be why I was placed here. I play around with the idea that maybe we never know, and it is only after we die that people realize what our purpose on earth was.
If I had to guess what my purpose was at this point in my life, I would personally (other people may have different thoughts...and please share if you do!) say that I was put on here to give love. A very dear friend of mine described me one day as a bowl of love. I am a bowl of love. I have an innate ability to recognize when people need love, and I give them love. Every once and a while my bowl gets a little low, and then I must recuperate...I attribute this to the times where I become and introvert for a few days...once recuperated, I can give more.
I wonder if this will change over time? Not my ability to love, but my thoughts on my purpose on the planet? Do you think we 'pick' our friends based on compatible purposes in life? Our partners?
I know this may be a little out there for some of my readers...if anyone actually reads it at all. But thats the beautiful thing about 'confessions'. I am expressing, and opening myself to you.
What do you think you were put on this earth to do? (at least at this point in your life)
hippie at heart?
-peanut
What is YOUR purpose in life? I mean besides, reproduction, sleeping, and eating. What is the reason you were put on this earth by whatever religious, spiritual, non-religious, non-spiritual, focus of life you believe in?
Its something we don't often take the time to think about. I personally believe that we were all put on this planet to complete a certain goal. And that our lives are all incredibly intertwined. We meet people for reasons, people leave our lives for reasons, ect... sort of Adjustment Bureau-esque.
I am not really sure why I was put on this earth. I am not completely sure of what my purpose is here yet. I have some thoughts that could be why I was placed here. I play around with the idea that maybe we never know, and it is only after we die that people realize what our purpose on earth was.
If I had to guess what my purpose was at this point in my life, I would personally (other people may have different thoughts...and please share if you do!) say that I was put on here to give love. A very dear friend of mine described me one day as a bowl of love. I am a bowl of love. I have an innate ability to recognize when people need love, and I give them love. Every once and a while my bowl gets a little low, and then I must recuperate...I attribute this to the times where I become and introvert for a few days...once recuperated, I can give more.
I wonder if this will change over time? Not my ability to love, but my thoughts on my purpose on the planet? Do you think we 'pick' our friends based on compatible purposes in life? Our partners?
I know this may be a little out there for some of my readers...if anyone actually reads it at all. But thats the beautiful thing about 'confessions'. I am expressing, and opening myself to you.
What do you think you were put on this earth to do? (at least at this point in your life)
hippie at heart?
-peanut
Thursday, 2 February 2012
The Mayonnaise Jar Lesson
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and fills it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “YES”.
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.” he said.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are
important to you...” he told them.
“So... pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Worship with your family. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Spend time with good friends. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled and said, “I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
Please share this with other "Golf Balls"
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and fills it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “YES”.
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.” he said.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are
important to you...” he told them.
“So... pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Worship with your family. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Spend time with good friends. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled and said, “I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
Please share this with other "Golf Balls"
I had a thought yesterday...
What if I don't finish my thesis and instead, move to Spain and open a cupcake shop where I can make cupcakes, go home and enjoy Siesta, and then head back to work?
So as I'm sitting here trying to write out my literature review, i'm thinking this sounds like a great gig if you ask me...
What if I don't finish my thesis and instead, move to Spain and open a cupcake shop where I can make cupcakes, go home and enjoy Siesta, and then head back to work?
So as I'm sitting here trying to write out my literature review, i'm thinking this sounds like a great gig if you ask me...
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