Greetings!
Most of us think what we hold in our mind is a secret known only to ourselves, but it is not necessary so.
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One day, I was in a fruit market. When I lined up to pay, quite a few people were ahead of me. I saw a young man with down syndrome standing behind a woman whom I assumed was his mother. They were next in line at the cash register counter. In other words, there were some people standing between me and them.
A man was behind this mother and son. He stood at a distance from them. He took a quick look at the young man on and off. He seemed to be uncomfortable or nervous seeing the appearance of the young man. In our human nature, it was not uncommon for us to keep a distance from those that looked different. In my heart, I mentally sent the young man with down syndrome my love and blessings. As soon as I did that, the woman (or his mother) turned to look at me. She said to her son: "Go and give the Chinese lady a hug." So we hugged while others looked on wondering what was going on.
The young man's mother was very intuitive. She heard the words from my heart.
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The other day I was in a grocery store. My husband always chose to line up where the line was the shortest and people bought the least items. He signaled for me to line up at cash register 7. It was a busy day at the store. We were probably the fifth or sixth in line.
While I stood there, the cashier happened to look my way. For a brief second, our eyes met. She looked tired, and her face was tight. I could sense her irritation. I thought, "Oh! No. The cashier is in a negative mood." Right then, another thought rose to counter my first thought, "Of course, she feels irritated because she has been busy all day. I should change my view of her. I should be understanding, and should look at her with love." With this thought, I looked at the cashier with an understanding smile. At that instant, the cashier happened to raise her head and look at me. She let out a broad smile. When it was my turn, she was friendly and happy. She seemed to have a refill of energy, and did not look tired anymore.
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This incident happened before I joined the Thursday circle in 2005.
My husband and I went to a store. We always shopped at the produce department first because I loved to eat fruit. Suddenly, I felt I was being watched. A young Mexican woman (I assumed) in her late teens or early 20 s was standing a few feet away. She looked at me with her eyes widely opened. I looked at her with a questioning look. She just smiled shyly. I continued walking, and she followed. I talked to my husband about it. He thought I should pay no attention to it.
I filled my shopping cart as I walked. The young woman did not have a shopping cart with her. Aisle after aisle she followed me. Sometimes I looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back. When we were near the last two or three aisles of the store, she suddenly walked away in a rush.
When I walked to the next aisle, I saw her again. She was talking to a young Mexican man whom I assumed was her husband. They were at the end of that aisle. Her husband had a shopping cart filled with grocery. By their side was a little girl about two years old. The young woman pointed at me, and seemed to push her husband to talk to me. However, he was as shy as she was. I decided to leave the aisle instead of walking in their direction.
The young woman made a sound as if asking me to wait. I stopped. She grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her towards me. When they were a few feet from me, I heard she talked to the little girl in a language I did not understand. She seemed to encourage her daughter to walk to me on her own. Seeing a stranger (me), the girl looked back at her father. She began to walk to him. Her mother stopped her and pushed her to stand in front of me. It was obvious we could not communicate in English. I looked at the young woman. Suddenly, it came to me she wanted me to give her daughter a blessing! I put my hand on the girl's head. Then I pulled her little hands together and held them in my hands. I said some words of blessing. The young woman let out the most beautiful, sunny smile. We bowed at each other and parted ways.
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Over the years, I had a few more of this kind of encounters. Though words were not spoken, we connected with one another intuitively. Some of us might want to believe our thought was known only to ourselves, but it was not. As a psychic said, "Intuition is the language of the soul, and we are souls." Furthermore, what we held in our mind was of importance not only to us, but to others too. The tired cashier looked renewed when I held a different view of her. Therefore, we should choose careful what we held in our mind of ourselves and others.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Monday, May 8, 2017
A Walk in the Sun on Sunday
Greetings!
Yesterday I went for a walk in the late afternoon. We had a rainy week. Though the sun was up and shining this Sunday, the mud was still wet. I walked on the running track of the school to avoid the wet mud.
After walking for a while, I decided to walk to the trees despite of the fact that the mud was wet.
It was windy and somewhat chilly. I was the only one taking a walk. Some teenagers were playing soccer on a field farther away by another school. When I was on my last round of walk, an elderly woman came to sit on the big piece of stone near the school. She did not speak English, but we always greeted one another. When I walked by, she stood up. I understood she was going to walk a short distance with me. (It had happened a few times before.) She walked with a cane. Slowly, we walked. On the way, she tried to talk to me. Then she remembered I did not speak her language. We smiled at our inability to talk to one another. We parted ways after walking for a quarter of the track.
After a few rainy days, I was glad to have a walk in the sun on this day.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Yesterday I went for a walk in the late afternoon. We had a rainy week. Though the sun was up and shining this Sunday, the mud was still wet. I walked on the running track of the school to avoid the wet mud.
After walking for a while, I decided to walk to the trees despite of the fact that the mud was wet.
There were some trees on the south side of the track. In the summer, I often walked among the trees and touched the trees one by one. I thanked them for sharing with us their beauty, peace, and healing energy. A few of the trees had big holes and cracks. As I walked past, I normally moved my hands over those areas and mentally surrounded them with white light. Of course, I always tried to do it discreetly.As I walked near the first tree, I was surprised** healing energy filled me. My right hand began to work on the tree. (I had noticed the big hollow in the center of the tree since I began taking walks by the school years ago. Sometimes wild mushrooms grew on the mouth of the hollow.) For quite a while, healing energy moved my hand to work on the middle part of the tree. When the healing energy came to a stop, I gently patted the tree. I sent love to the tree as well as Mother Earth. (** Healing energy had come through to heal the trees when I walked in parks, but it rarely happened when I walked by the school.)
It was windy and somewhat chilly. I was the only one taking a walk. Some teenagers were playing soccer on a field farther away by another school. When I was on my last round of walk, an elderly woman came to sit on the big piece of stone near the school. She did not speak English, but we always greeted one another. When I walked by, she stood up. I understood she was going to walk a short distance with me. (It had happened a few times before.) She walked with a cane. Slowly, we walked. On the way, she tried to talk to me. Then she remembered I did not speak her language. We smiled at our inability to talk to one another. We parted ways after walking for a quarter of the track.
After a few rainy days, I was glad to have a walk in the sun on this day.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Thursday, April 27, 2017
A Day in Life
Greetings!
Recently I watched a video on YouTube about a young couple. The wife was an American and the husband was a Japanese. In the video, they talked about the small conflicts in their marriage due to their cultural and personality differences. For instance, the wife saw someone cut in line. She wanted to have a talk with that person. The husband thought it did not matter that one person had cut in line, and asked his wife to let it go. It reminded me of what happened the past Easter Sunday.
In the morning of Easter Sunday, we went to watch our grandchildren egg hunt in their backyard. It was always a joy to see the excitement on their faces.
In the afternoon, my husband and I went to a Middle Eastern grocery store.
This store opened three years ago. We went there quite often because it had a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most of its customers were from the Middle East. They talked to each other in Middle Eastern languages. Though I did not know their languages, I could sense their joy of coming to a market where they felt very much at home.
After we finished shopping, my husband, as he usually did, chose a checkout lane that had the least customers. When I joined him in line, I was glad to see the cashier at this checkout lane was the woman that treated every customer with patience, kindness, and respect. She was a Middle Eastern woman in her 40 s. She wore a headscarf, and always had a gentle smile on her face.
Soon we were third in line. An elderly Middle Eastern woman was before us. A couple that lined up in another checkout lane talked to her. Then they moved their shopping cart next to the elderly woman's cart. It was obvious they wanted to cut in because their checkout lane had not moved along as smooth as ours. Seeing no one had lined up behind us, I asked my husband to move back our shopping cart a little so that the couple could step into the line.
As this went on, the energy around my head vibrated. I looked back to my left. A tall Middle Eastern man at the end of a checkout lane had watched what happened. He pointed at the couple and swayed his head to show his disapproval of their cutting in line. In a soft voice, he said, "I am sorry." I smiled and said, "It is okay. We are not in a hurry."
Suddenly, the man rushed to a checkout lane that had just opened. He signaled for us to go ahead of him. We thanked him and told him to go ahead for we were now second in line (i.e. behind the couple).
The cashier and I greeted one another with a smile. I decided to tell her how much I appreciated her way of treating everybody. She let out a beautiful smile. She said to my husband, "You have a wonderful wife!" She wished us a happy Easter.
On our way out of the store, I nodded at the tall man who had treated us with kindness. He waved at us and wished us a happy Easter. Joyfully, I said, "You too!"
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On quite a few occasions, people had asked us to go ahead of them when they saw that we had only bought a few items while their shopping carts were full of groceries. Sometimes we did move ahead; at other times, we thanked them and told them we had plenty of time. At the end, they (or we) always looked back at one another with good wishes. We had also let other people go ahead of us when we observed they were in a hurry to leave the store. On a couple of occasions, I had also stood my ground when someone intentionally and rudely cut before me. I was not afraid to stand up when I felt it was something I should do. Occasionally, we all needed someone to speak the truth and learn from it. (Re A talk with a store manager and I was happy to stay in my comfort zone )
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April is almost over. The weather has been nice. In the late afternoon, I often go for a walk by the school. Looking at the new leaves on the trees, I feel renewed too.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Recently I watched a video on YouTube about a young couple. The wife was an American and the husband was a Japanese. In the video, they talked about the small conflicts in their marriage due to their cultural and personality differences. For instance, the wife saw someone cut in line. She wanted to have a talk with that person. The husband thought it did not matter that one person had cut in line, and asked his wife to let it go. It reminded me of what happened the past Easter Sunday.
In the morning of Easter Sunday, we went to watch our grandchildren egg hunt in their backyard. It was always a joy to see the excitement on their faces.
In the afternoon, my husband and I went to a Middle Eastern grocery store.
This store opened three years ago. We went there quite often because it had a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most of its customers were from the Middle East. They talked to each other in Middle Eastern languages. Though I did not know their languages, I could sense their joy of coming to a market where they felt very much at home.
After we finished shopping, my husband, as he usually did, chose a checkout lane that had the least customers. When I joined him in line, I was glad to see the cashier at this checkout lane was the woman that treated every customer with patience, kindness, and respect. She was a Middle Eastern woman in her 40 s. She wore a headscarf, and always had a gentle smile on her face.
Soon we were third in line. An elderly Middle Eastern woman was before us. A couple that lined up in another checkout lane talked to her. Then they moved their shopping cart next to the elderly woman's cart. It was obvious they wanted to cut in because their checkout lane had not moved along as smooth as ours. Seeing no one had lined up behind us, I asked my husband to move back our shopping cart a little so that the couple could step into the line.
As this went on, the energy around my head vibrated. I looked back to my left. A tall Middle Eastern man at the end of a checkout lane had watched what happened. He pointed at the couple and swayed his head to show his disapproval of their cutting in line. In a soft voice, he said, "I am sorry." I smiled and said, "It is okay. We are not in a hurry."
Suddenly, the man rushed to a checkout lane that had just opened. He signaled for us to go ahead of him. We thanked him and told him to go ahead for we were now second in line (i.e. behind the couple).
The cashier and I greeted one another with a smile. I decided to tell her how much I appreciated her way of treating everybody. She let out a beautiful smile. She said to my husband, "You have a wonderful wife!" She wished us a happy Easter.
On our way out of the store, I nodded at the tall man who had treated us with kindness. He waved at us and wished us a happy Easter. Joyfully, I said, "You too!"
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On quite a few occasions, people had asked us to go ahead of them when they saw that we had only bought a few items while their shopping carts were full of groceries. Sometimes we did move ahead; at other times, we thanked them and told them we had plenty of time. At the end, they (or we) always looked back at one another with good wishes. We had also let other people go ahead of us when we observed they were in a hurry to leave the store. On a couple of occasions, I had also stood my ground when someone intentionally and rudely cut before me. I was not afraid to stand up when I felt it was something I should do. Occasionally, we all needed someone to speak the truth and learn from it. (Re A talk with a store manager and I was happy to stay in my comfort zone )
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April is almost over. The weather has been nice. In the late afternoon, I often go for a walk by the school. Looking at the new leaves on the trees, I feel renewed too.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Many blessings,
Q of D
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