Enocia Joseph - Category: Articles    
 Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally 1 comment
18 Apr 2008 @ 11:09
The other night, my mother and I watched some documentary on television about kids who were geniuses, and they made a big deal about how special these kids were.

"We are all geniuses in our own right," I said.

"You're right," mum said.

"Take you, for example, you make the best stews in the whole world," I said. "In my opinion, that's pure genius."

Mum smiled.  More >

 The Depot Cat 0 comments
16 Apr 2008 @ 12:11
During my bus journey I got chatting to this man and the bus driver. He told me he was a train driver and he was in a hurry to get to work. I was curious about his job so I asked him about how he drove the train. Was it automatic or manual? He went on to describe the mechanics of driving which left me with a glazed look. He also talked about the live electric tracks.  More >

 The Pot of Gold at the End of the Rainbow 0 comments
15 Apr 2008 @ 11:30
When I arrived at the library, I was told the Internet was down. I decided I would take a bus ride to Richmond and go for a long walk in the park. At Richmond, I stopped off at the local library to use their Internet. I also browsed a friend’s website of a House she is running in Scotland, which is for backpackers and a Highland retreat. I noticed one of the rooms was called the "Rainbow Room." I started day-dreaming about what it would be like to spend time at the retreat.  More >

 Forever Young3 comments
7 Apr 2008 @ 10:51
I believe that I'm here to live as my True Self who is forever young and full of life.

I met an old recently whom I haven't seen in over eight years. She said I still looked the same and hadn't aged. I told her I believed we weren't meant to grow old but she looked doubtful. I dropped the topic as I didn't feel it was appropriate at the time.  More >

 Gifts of Love Come in Many Forms 2 comments
1 Apr 2008 @ 12:27
Last night while I was sitting in meditation, I saw a fleeting image of a hand full of vegetables that looked to me like okra. I did get a sense of the hand offering me these vegetables. I opened my eyes.

"I've just seen a hand full of okras in my mind's eye," I said to my mother.

"Okras? That's weird!"  More >



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