"The physical language of the body is so much more powerful than words." — Bill Irwin

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The one thing I like to brag about is my ability to read peoples body language, I would even go as far as to describe it as a form of art.
But I have never been able to prove my skill... until now.
Kara just showed me this quiz that put my skills to the test, and well I passed...
34/36
So to anyone who questions my ability, I say the score says it all.

If you dare to see your skills in the art of body language take the quiz. :)
I double dog dare you...

http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/03/well-quiz-the-mind-behind-the-eyes/?src=me&_r=1

“The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.” ― J.K. Rowling

Friday, October 25, 2013

"The truth will set you free."

This phrase has always been one I have strongly believed in, and still do to some extent.
But there are those circumstances where thinking about saying the truth makes me feel exposed, embarrassed, vulnerable, pissed, frustrated.
It doesn't make me feel free, it actually makes me feel the opposite.
It makes me tight in the chest, upset, sometimes bitter, like junk cluttering the side of the road.
I end up feeling its better to leave the truth unsaid.
So I let them lie on the side of the road until the earth swallows them up and there is no evidence they ever existed.

“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

You know those people who tell white lies, or just lie?
They boldly tell everyone that they read the homework but when they start to talk it is apparent they haven't. It's in those moments I just want to throw up my hands and yell "Bull-shit!" Just like the game, well we usually say "BS", but for this situation the whole word and all its profanity is what I want to use.
Of course I would never do that, because of the embarrassment that would accompany both of us. But the point is I have the urge to do it.

I don't know about other people but I appreciate and respect people so much more when they can just admit a mistake or say exactly how it is.
When they can say, "You know I didn't read the homework assignment, so sorry I am not going to be able to contribute much to this assignment."

I think people appreciate honesty.
I hate fibs, I hate deceit, I hate smooth-tounged talkers.
Why don't more people talk straight?
If you have a question, ask it.
If someone asks you what you want, say what you want.
If you have something to say, say it.
If you don't have an answer, admit it.

I think we see others more clearly when honesty is in the mix.
Isn't that the goal?.. to see everyone more clearly.


“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.” ― Mark Twain

Saturday, October 19, 2013

i have started living this life where...

church attendance doesn't depend on jewels in a crown.
beauty doesn't range from 1-10.
4 quarters is better than an empty hand.
technology isn't my only link to friendship.
my thigh size is a measurment of strength.
errors make good stories.
hearts beat differently but can create a collaborative rhythm.
work isn't measured in dollar signs.
my worth is the value i place upon it.
worry doesn't trump quality time.
tired eyes means your accomplishing something.
adventures don't have to be outside, but can take place within.




"Do more than belong: participate. Do more than care: help. Do more than believe: practice. Do more than be fair: be kind. Do more than forgive: forget. Do more than dream: work." — William Arthur Ward

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I currently have two quarter sized bruises laying on either side of my left arm.
It wasn't one of those instances where I looked down at my arm and wondered where they came from.
For my community fieldwork I am working with a neatly combed haired, hightop black and white converse shoed, highly distracted 14 year old boy who has autism.
Who gets agitated by loud noises and tends to spit, bite, squeeze, and pinch.
Who doesn't like to interact with his classmates and would rather sort beads.
Who has trouble finding words to communicate but finds comfort in running his hands under water.

Our first encounter I was really nervous to work with this young boy who isn't so little, meeting me at eye level.
Attempting to not gasp and stare at him with the puzzling look "how could you?" when he pinches my arm.

As our treatment sessions have continued I have noticed slowly how I don't take offense.
How I am learning to dodge his pinches and squeezes.
How despite his lack of communication he is very intelligent.
How to talk to him calmly and sweetly, gently touching his shoulder.
How he likes to give high fives and jump up and down when he's excited.

He has completely taken over a little lump of my heart.
I have this care for him.
I want to see him succeed.

I feel like this is what work should feel like, an investment in something you care about.
It may not be easy and you may walk away with bruises, but at the end of the day you are thinking about your next treatment session and what you can do different to help.





Monday, October 14, 2013

I have deadlines attacking me from all corners, portfolio, homework, running training, bills.

So instead of facing these things, I find myself reliving Hills and Kate's India Adventure.
I sit here laughing, almost crying, and being reminded of all these moments that seem so distant.
Moments I have almost forgotten, that I believed would never leave me.
I didn't realize the big support system we had, the people who read our blog and kept us going.
Cheering us on the whole way.

A deep friendship was formed, that was needed and perfect for that instant in time.
It's a bond I don't think will ever be broken no matter the distance.
No one else would have made me laugh more, search more, sing, dance, and embrace myself more than Hill.

That adventure in India was needed in order to shake me.

It makes me think of this quote from the book eat, pray, love...
It is talking about a soul mate but at that moment in time India was my soul mate...


“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. 






Tuesday, October 8, 2013


"If you don't start, you can't fail"

It sounds ridiculous when you say it that way.
But of course, it is ridiculous. It's (quite possibly) the reason you're stalling.
On the other hand, there's no doubt that, "If you don't start, you will fail."
Not starting and failing lead to precisely the same outcome, with different names.

-Seth Godin

“How would your life be different if…You walked away from gossip and verbal defamation? Let today be the day…You speak only the good you know of other people and encourage others to do the same.” ― Steve Maraboli

Thursday, October 3, 2013

I could say I want a kind heart.
Maybe a hopeful heart.
or a trusting heart.
But I don't want that.

I was reading one of my textbooks for school and the topic of leadership came up.
It rambled a list of qualities that makes a successful leader, nothing I hadn't seen before.
Until I came to the last one.....

"An Encouraging Heart."

My eyes were stunned to see these words simply laying on the page. No real explanation like the previous qualities, just an encouraging heart, period.

I kept re-reading it, thinking why an encouraging heart? Why not a kind, hopeful, trusting heart?
Why encouraging?

Then it hit me, it encompasses all those things.

Whats more exciting than having someone behind you cheering you on?

I think of my dad.
He has been one of my biggest encouragers in my life.
When he is encouraging me I feel loved, invested in.
I feel pushed and challenged to try harder, to not give quitting a second thought.
He believes and trusts in me throughout the whole process.
And if it doesn't pan out, he is understanding and giving me hope that it will be ok.

I can't think of a better heart to have.

Sometimes I think of the jealousy, harsh words, selfish manners, and careless nature of the human race, it hurts my heart to be apart of that.
To some degree we all are.
To think that some people have never had an encouraging heart behind them, someone who believes in them.
How much tougher and lonely a life like that would have to be, especially mixed with unfortunate events.

More and more I am realizing the significance of the people who surround us and how they affect our life,
strangers,
acquaintances,
close loved ones.

It's these people that are part of my existence and sustaining existence, it's all I really have.
and Life is so much easier and better when you have a cheerleader, an encourager.
It becomes our responsibility to cultivate that.

I have been lucky to have encouragers, and I hope I can do that for someone else.







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