Why are we all here?
10 Reasons why women Love Paulo Coelho
Recently Paulo Coelho has been adding lists on his blog about ‘why women love men’ and ‘why men love women’. This inspired me to write my own list of why I believe women love Paulo Coelho – I know there are many others, so please feel free to add your own reasons on why you love him in the comments:
1 He understands women very well.
2 He has written both inspiring and romantic books allowing us to feel and understand his soul.
3 He makes us believe we can achieve anything we want and that ‘happily ever afters’ are possible!
4 He is very witty, funny & charming.
5 He is very intelligent & also sensitive.
6 He respects and loves his wife.
7 He knows how to treat a woman well and with respect.
8 He is very down to earth…
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We currently have a new group of certified practitioners going through the AWECP process and our discussions are often lively, deep and informative. Here are a couple of responses to questions that came out of our recent class. I thought you might enjoy them.
AWECP Participant: I was wondering if you could expand on the point you mentioned last night regarding when a child diagnosed with autism leans against someone, they are taking in a lot of information…
Could you shed more light on why a child would choose that vs making eye contact with that person?
Suzy: Yes eye contact from these children can be too much (on an energetic level) for many people and too much for the child.
From the child’s perspective, when they look directly at you they see everything energetically. The eyes are the windows to the soul and they see all that is in the way…
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Freedom doesn’t come for free.
Most people value freedom, but few truly understand it. If we want to enjoy our independence and the real meaning behind it, we really should respect ourselves and follow through with the rules and our duties. Only then can our country emerge as a safe and happy place. Mera Bharat Mahan
Happy Independence Day
Sharing an old poem from FB, not written by me but one of my favourites nonetheless…..
I watched the flag pass by one day it fluttered in the breeze.
A young Lieutenant saluted it,And then he stood at ease..
I looked at him in uniform –
So young, So tall, So proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him had fallen through the years.
How many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom isn’t free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play,
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant Amen.
When a flag had draped a coffin,of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children of mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands with interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in valley,
Of the price they paid for you and me,
Oh! This Freedom Isn’t Free
– Hats off to the unknown poet