The Memory That We Were Kind

Does anyone know where the little boy went?

The little boy who used to be me?

He’s still alive somewhere inside this shell

Though the shell is all you can see.

Can you still see him reaching out for love

From behind these time-worn eyes?

The child with a heart as bright as the stars

Hiding beneath this thin disguise?

What a cruel trickster Father Time can be

Changing our costumes as we age.

From infant to child, and from young to old,

A new character with every stage.

We might as well be four different people.

The adult barely resembles the child.

The external transformation is so complete,

Young and old are rarely reconciled.

But there are some whose eyes still twinkle,

For whom the child within never dies.

The outside world can see only the surface

But they know how the surface lies.

What can we learn from all this changing?

From the fact that nothing is real?

How can we judge by a deceptive façade

That hides the way we truly feel?

The only path to true knowledge, it seems,
Is to think of everyone that we see
As the child they were, who they are today,
And the old person they soon will be.

We should also see them as dead and gone,
Their short life on earth finally done,
With all their trials rendered null and void,
All their battles either lost or won.

Whitman wrote, "The powerful play goes on
And you may contribute a verse."
The same is true for every person we meet.
We make their lives better or worse.

Thus, we should measure disheartening words
And make sure they need to be spoken
So we won't be among those who caused pain
If they reach the end of life heartbroken.

And when those we've known are old and gray,
Remembering years they left behind,
Comforting words we said might return again
With the memory that we were kind.

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Teach Outside Your Comfort Zone

It was the middle of the school year, and I was going through a rough stretch when it seemed like nothing I tried was working with one particular class I taught. I must note that although I wasn’t a beginning teacher, I was still considered a new teacher with less than three years experience.

I found myself complaining to a colleague who always seemed to possess a positive attitude no matter what the circumstances. I told him that I felt very uncomfortable about the progress of my class, and many of them seemed to be lacking the necessary basic skills to master the subject matter.

He proceeded to share a simple philosophy that has transformed, not only my teaching career, but my personal life as well. He suggested that having a challenging class like the one I had was a blessing more so than a burden. He asked me, “Has this class made you more or less creative?”

Of course, I said, “more.” He asked, “Has this class caused you to be more or less resourceful?” Again, I replied, “more.” He continued, “Has this class led you to pray more or less?” And of course, I laughed and said, “more.” And then he made his point.

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Joseph's Letter Home a Christmas Story

Sending and receiving Christmas cards are a holiday tradition that keeps us in the spirit through the holidays all the way to the New Year. 'We' have been sending Christmas greeting cards since the late 1700s. But, are you never know quiet when it's the right time to be sending your Christmas cards to friends and family? Do you send 200, to everyone you know, or 20, to everyone you love? This is your complete guide to Christmas Card Etiquette.

Cards you send mean a lot to the people reading them as well and will most likely be kept for years to come. Although it does sound obvious, write on your cards using a pen. Don't print off labels on the computer and stick them into the card, this removes the personal touch and makes it look as if they are just one of thousands of people you have sent a Christmas card to from your efficient production line.

You really should write the names of the recipients on the card you're sending. Some people think that it's acceptable to simply write who the card is from. Address your greeting to the person or family of whom you wish to send your seasonal greetings to.

Send out Christmas cards and stay away from e-cards. Sending a Christmas card should not suggests that you merely send them out to be polite, but that you actually value your friendship or relation with the addressee. Touching and feeling a card leaves a deeper impression than viewing one on a computer screen.

Homemade Christmas cards are great for those special people in your life, best friends and close family members. Homemade Christmas cards take time and thought and are a very personal way to wish people merry Christmas. Creating homemade Christmas cards provides a rainy afternoon activity for kids, using craft supplies you have at home. For tech-savvy individuals, you can design a Christmas card on the computer with the right software. However, some websites also enable you to select images and messages to create your own very printable cards, and no computer skills are really required.

Personalization and custom imprinted verses add a touch of elegance as well. Ordering personalized holiday cards just got easier than ever before with digital photos. Using online photo printing websites, you'll choose your card style, upload your photo, and personalize your Christmas greeting. Order your bespoke Christmas cards early so that you will receive them in good time to write and send them. Sending Photo cards are a great way for the family that you don't get to see very often, to see how big the kids have grown.

Send during the first week or two of December so that they arrive on time. This is usually a great gesture to make to friends and family who live far away and gives them the opportunity to return the greeting if they so wish in plenty of time before the last post before Christmas.

Sending cards for the holidays to business associates is always good practice. Cards being sent internationally should be sent no later than the first week of December.

Business greeting card etiquette certainly dictates that you buy and send nice, quality cards to your mailing list. No two for a dollar cards, its not the season for scrimping. Businesses overseas are often closed for several weeks over the holiday period. Send their greeting card in advance of closings so they will know you respect their schedules and value their business.

Sending a business Christmas card offers a chance to blend a time-honoured corporate tradition with the particular, signature style of your own little company. The new rule of thumb advises the words 'Season's greetings' should be used to avoid giving offence to non-Christians.

Photo Christmas cards are perfect for business use and provide interesting network marketing opportunities. Sending a personalized Christmas card to your clients/customers will keep you front-of-mind when they come to place orders in the New Year.

Happy Merry Christmas To You All

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Joseph's Letter Home a Christmas Story

Happy Merry Christmas To You All

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Tenzin's Computer

Are you looking for good quality Computer Software articles to use on your website? Articles that convey exactly what you are trying to say about a software product or development? Or are you simply a consumer who is looking for an extra bit of guidance or advice when it comes to what Computer Software does and what is the best Computer Software for you to buy for your needs? If any of these things describe what you are currently looking for then you have certainly come to the right place. This Computer Software section here at Article Alley aims to help people in all of the above situations and much more. This is thanks to all of the articles that are submitted to us on a daily basis from all of our dedicated authors. All of the articles relevant to aspects of Computer Software are then placed into this section ready for you to use in whatever way you need to.https:tenzingwangmo.blogspot.com

LEARN TIBETAN

So you want to learn Tibetan... Let's start with the alphabet. If you would just like a translation, please follow the instructions at the bottom of this page.
The Alphabet
Consonants
The Tibetan alphabet is derived from the ancient Brahmi script - so one can see similarities to the Indian alphabets. There are actually two different styles of the Tibetan script. The one presented here is dbu can (u-chen) or headed writing. This is most commonly found in print - that is in newspapers, books, etc. and electronic format. Here are the consonants called gsal byed (sal je). If you noticed, each Tibetan term I've already presented is written, and then something ap pears in parentheses. The letters are shown with the Wylie transcription - this is, just a representation of the Tibetan letters in the Roman (English) script - this shows EXACTLY how the Tibetan word is spelled in Tibetan writing. This system is derived from a certain Tibetan dialect - but does not reflect the most common pronounciation (Lhasa Tibetan). Such a difference appears between the two since many of the Tibetan letters can also be used to mark tone, change a vowel sound, or even change the sound of another consonant. So, I suggest learning the Wylie transcription scheme so you can write transcribed words in the native Tibetan. Then, learn the pronunciation that will be shown later so you can actually speak and read aloud the language. You may notice each letter is followed by a small dot - this represents the end of a syllable. Each letter has "a" inherently as its vowel, which can be changed by vowels given below this chart. Remember - these English equivalents are just for transcription - not pronounciation https://tenzingwangmo.blogspot.com

Kindness and Lovingness

I began my journey to open myself to others and to dedicate myself to Love when I was just 12 years old. I didn't have conscious feelings of sympathy, affection, or kindness at the time--all I had was a Vulcanesque intellectual concern for others and I wanted there to be more, but as far as I could tell at the time, there wasn't.

I was in the interesting position of being a sort of "therapist" for each of my parents individually. Not sure how old I was when I started listening to them--I know I was young, and emotionally and socially disabled. I learned the behavioral side of empathy from that experience in part and from my consistent exposure of myself to self-help psychology that was written *by* therapists--not just people with a good technique or inspirational stuff though I read that too. My exposure of myself to that material started when I was about 9--I was fascinated by people and wanted to understand even in just an intellectual sense *how* people came to feel the things they did, the process of it situationally, even if I couldn't understand it with my then unawakened heart. I asked my mom, a librarian, to check out stuff for me from the library on really messed up people or events from the past. People like Elizabeth Bathory and about stuff like the Salem witchcraft trials. My mom supported my desire to learn--I may have said it was for a personal research project and in a way it was. I wanted to understand and I began with the "darkest" individuals I could--perhaps part of me knew that if I could come to intellectually understand the situations that had led up to their crimes, then I could come to understand anyone.

It worked. I today--almost 20 years later--have exposed myself socially and through that literature to many kinds of people--homeless people, the severely mentally ill, and was myself severely depressed (though I knew it not) for many years and was bulimic for 5 or so of those years--and I have made it a sort of mission to care as much as I can and to show caring to as many different kinds of people as I can. I was very rigid when I began but now I can honestly say that I am capable of handling talking with *almost* anyone, and I'm always striving to broaden my horizons and learn as much as I can about everyone I can in terms of their situations so I can expand my heart-consciousness, my mind, and awaken my spirit as far as it will awaken.

If my readers here will forgive me, it's such a joy to me to know I genuinely care about others. That brings me more joy than others caring about me--I always wanted to have a sense of myself as a caring person when I was a kid and now I do--and it seems like my caring never stops. I get tired now and then and if I'm really physically tired or ill I have been unable to be there for others in a love-centered way but it is so amazing to me. My ex-bf told me when he first met me--in the months just before I began to emotionally awaken. I told him then that I didn't feel much--and at that point it was true--and that I couldn't tell if when I did something that was behaviorally kind to somebody if I really meant that kind deed. He looked me in the eyes and he said: "Milady, you do mean it. In fact you're the most compassionate person I've ever met." I was amazed at his words because the tumor had not yet been removed and although I didn't realize it I'd been depressed for about a decade by then and was pretty blank--but I honestly think today that that was the kindest and most sincere thing anyone has ever said to me. He told me: "You do mean it. I can feel it." I didn't know what he meant at first but he was empathic and he eventually recognized empathic gifts in me and taught me how to shield. He eventually got kind of childish and could be manipulative at times but he was so gentle--and he helped me overcome the bulimic purging I was doing--recognized bulimia in me even before I was diagnosed with it--and he would bang on the door to the bathroom when he thought I was taking too long and would say: "Brigit, you're not purging are you?" If I came back with a weak "Yeeeeah" which I usually did because I couldn't hide anything he'd say: "Get out here. NOW!" Once I did, he'd hold me in his arms until my urge to purge had passed and wouldn't let me go until it had. I would not be alive today if he hadn't been in my life then. There was one night after the tumor was removed when I was going nuts--my feelings were all going wild and my anxiety--which I'd struggled with for years but never quite like that--was at fever pitch and I was about to end my life because my parents, whom I lived with, had no patience at all for what I was going through and my mom was beginning to question the wisdom of having had the tumor removed in the first place. She was the worst--she was horribly impatient with me and could not understand why even carrying a full, and light, laundry-basket was too much for me and had no patience for all the new anxieties that were arising then willy-nilly. I thought it was wise to end my life and I called my then bf in the middle of the night--at 3 am saying: "Love, why do you love me?" He answered: "Because you're YOU, why do you ask?" I sobbed--one of the first times I'd really wept in years at that point--and confided to him how badly my parents were handling it and that I wanted to kill myself. He stayed on the phone with me for an hour or so consoling me and telling me he loved me because I was me--and that he would help me through this. And he did. Sometimes I would go into campus to see him in part because I was so tired of vegetating at home and I loved him more than I had anyone in years and he was the gentlest person (other than my cat) that I knew and he was worth it to me, in spite of many of our meetings being at a role-playing game parlor. Laughs

He would sometimes enlist the help of his some of his friends to help me keep my balance because I felt during those first months like there was a little bit of an elevator going up and down in my head and it was a bit foggy. It took the whole two years after the surgery for my brain to settle down and I finally began to see a therapist for the first time since I was 19 (whom I still see) but I survived it--and I began to awaken in my feelings to the kindness I'd been practicing since I was 12--and it was wonderful. It still is. So long in my mind I longed for experience of heart-felt compassion and sympathy in myself and to truly care and now...it's so beautiful. I'm still getting used to how warmly people react to me--and I've had some of the most intellectual men peg me within minutes of meeting me as a "gentle soul" etc. I am still in some ways the little cat-spirit who was teased a lot and really shy and I still find myself amazed at how much people often seem to like me, online and off. And how safe some of the shyest people feel around me and pour out their hearts to me. They can tell I care....it's awesome.

Okay, I've written a thesis and I'm sure I sound horribly self-centered so I'll stop now. Thank you to all of you. You're purred, just the way you are, because you are.

Love, Ngawang And Tenzin Wangmo https://tenzingwangmo.blogspot.com