Sunday, November 1, 2015

Time Running


Usually People Judge You Because Of Their Own Insecurities. Don't Make Their Issues, Your Issues!

When Was The Last Time You Told The Important People In Your Life, "I Love You" or "Thank You?" There's nothing that will make a good man or woman leave faster than feeling unappreciated.

Food For Thought. Good Night Family


Remember when you were graduating high school? Seems like only yesterday, right? That's how fast you'll be forty, fifty, and sixty. Don't waste your life waiting to live your dream. Do it now!

People are single for many reasons. Some are enjoying their lives until a worthy person crosses their path. Others are approached by decent people all the time but refuse to compromise their standards. While many men and women are too busy with kids, sick parents, school, etc.

The Paradox Of Time, by Dr. Bob Moorehead

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet... more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by those moments that take our breath away.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Words or Wisdom

Words or Wisdom
By Sonia Frances Stevens

With everything that we all endure
It is our life that we must secure.

Each person we do meet.
There is something we learn when we greet.

With turmoil all around of life
With everyone, life is ours to keep
Through strife when things are at ends
It is up to you and me to make amends.

You and I are the same
You and I are here to learn
You and I are here to share.
We share because deep down inside,
We all do really care.

In bad times,
We face our life to learn.
Being together,
Is what we all learn.

In good times,
We celebrate,
Because we learnt to overcome the hard times.

Each phase of life
You and I must share.
Because deep inside we really do care.

Being alone,
We all go into despair.
Being tighter, we learn, love, share, care,
And we work for each other.

So my words to you are:
Share your life, in all types of weather.
Because no man is an island.

To live a fruitful life you and I must share.
You and I open our heart to care.

We love, give what others need,
Listen,
And validate each others point of view.
We hold their truth in our hearts
And do not distort it,
Or judge it.

Only then do we experience inner peace,
Self- love and joy.

Copyright©2005-2007by Sonia F Stevens

World Of “If”

World Of “If”
By Sonia F Stevens

If only…..
If I did…..
If I did this…..
If I did that…..
What If…..
Maybe If…..
If you……
If I…..
If my…..
If work…..
If life…..
If they…..
If she…..
If he…..
All the “If’s” in this world,
There are so many and too many
Take each thing as it comes
Live your way, you chose it.
When “If’s” come knocking at your door
Sit and remember
You sis the best, with what was known
What was available to you at that place in time.
 You cannot drink the spilt milk
Which now is soaked deep into the ground.
Admit to yourself
You did the best, at that point in time
With what you knew and with what you had.
Let it go and completely move on.
Do not destroy yourself in this world of “If”
You learned from that piece of experience.
You become a little bit wiser.
You learned.
So please forget the “If’s”
That is now in past.

Copyright©2006-2007 by Sonia Frances Stevens


Knowledge

Knowledge
By Sonia Frances Stevens©

You have all knowledge.
Everything you ever need to know is within you.
All knowledge
All understanding comes from within
And from knowing that you are one with earth, sky
Water fire, universe
With a tree; to flowing breeze.
Your teachers give you information but never understanding.
Respect your teachers and learn
But do not look to them for answers, as everyone’s answers are different

You must look for answers that are your own. So root your answers to the ground and send your branches reaching the sky
And your mind into the vast reaches of the universe within and without.
And receive all you knowledge that is there for waiting for you.

Copyright©2006-2007 by Sonia Frances Stevens
PO Box 174
Southgate Sylvania NSW 2224
Australia

Young men

Young men
                                                                                         By Sonia F Stevens©        



Five young men
Five play boys
Five young stallions

What is it they all have
It is their youth
It is their growth

They each have their ways
They each have their plays.

Five young men
Their pictures are true till the end
Their lives are to live to make a friend

Five youthful young men
They are full of hope
They are full of life


Each one has heir own strife
They are each living their own life

Cheeky and lusty
They all want some fun
Life is all in front of them.

I wish them well
They could not tell the hard from the meld
To this, they would never meld

They all listen to the elder’s story
To lean that this could be a part of their our true story
For in it, they see all the glory.

Young men
Dreams of fun and life
Dreams are not of future strife

For these young men
This is their beginnings
This is where they find all meanings

The hope, the dreams,
The life of pleasure
Is for all these men’s leisure
This is what their aim
For that treasure.

In time it will all become a measure
In life their will, is all treasured
It is their dreams
It is all that life means.

Let them dream
Let them scream
This is their lives to measure
These young men
They listen
They learn
Their lives will not be perturbed

These young minds
Are thirsty to learn
These young men
Are willing to learn
These young men will
Be I for the greatest adventure.
Life
Life will always get you.

Copyright©2005-2006 by Sonia F Stevens



See Pee

See Pee
By Sonia F Stevens


I will find another lover
I will never find another lover such as you.
You are closer to me than my own mother.
Because you are my real lover.

All my life I have been waiting for
I prayed for someone like you.
I prayed to find someone like you.

Deep down inside, I really love you
Because of all that I have found you.

You turned my life completely around
You picked me up, when I was down
You brought light into my life.

I will find another lover
But I will never find another lover such as you.
All my life I was waiting for you.
SeePee I wanted you to be with me always.
For I know that is how it always should be.


Copyright©2005-2007 by Sonia F Stevens

Stormy Weather

Stormy Weather
By Sonia Frances Stevens

Stormy weather,
Is when you must find a have shelter.
The storm can be slight and dissipate right out of sight.
Or the storm could last and destroy everything of man.
The storm could mean a great fight,
There is always a light in sight.

When you ride the storm out.
You could fight it out.
This could destroy your body inside out.
You could ride the stormy weather and be like a tree.
Let the wind sway your branches, but have your roots secured in strong ground.

For all storm come and go.
With a full rage of fury and devastation
Or
With clouds of lightening which winds only blow.
With all their own insecurity.
The best way to go with the stormy weathers
Is to find some sort of shelter.
There will always be an ending of the storm.

Copyright©2006-2007 by Sonia F Stevens



Story from the Time Forgotten

Story from the Time Forgotten
By Sonia F Stevens

When the world was about to be formed there is a story that is shared by many cultures.

In the beginning of the world when forming.
The earth and Sky was one creature.
The creature was a mystical enchanted being.
Pure love, compassion, peace that respected life and his own life.
There was a great sacrifice on behalf of this mystical creature.
It was the hardest thing to tear apart this creature but it was done with great force.
The creature was spilt into two. This creature was separated into two parts.
The Earth and the Sky.
This was the beginning of our world.

The Earth and Sky loved each other they were saddened that they were no longer one.
That is why it rains.
Because the Earth and the Sky are always trying to get back together.
And when they cannot.
The sky opens up and cries.
The Earth gets angry and lets the lands dry up.
When the earth and sky want to get back together the elements try so hard to get back together to become one again to become the
Mystical Creature.

Copyrighted © 1972-2007 by Sonia F Stevens

Thank You Darren

Thank you Darren
By Sonia F Stevens

Darren, the man of many talents
Your wise words and your thoughts
Are parts of my life.

In years gone by when people wanted to die
You saw a need and you just could not stand by.

With heart that overflowed
It was you that bought them in from the cold.
In many cases you’re so bold
You never wanted anyone left out in the cold.

May years has since passed
You’re still there to the very last.
You never judged another’s past
You never said the others were outcast. 

In these words I do share
Is to give you thanks for being there.

Many disappeared from our sight
You are still there to take up the fight.

I thank you dearly for what you have done.
I thank your patience and a job well done.

Darren, the lives you have touched
Have gained richness
Thank you Darren for believing
Thank you for giving your time
You have gained many friends
Through out this time
You gave up your time for others

I am here to give you praise
With this gift, you have completely amazed.
With this gift you have made me be thankful.

Copyrighted© 2006-2007 by Sonia F Stevens (Zuni)

Friday, September 25, 2015

Friday, September 18, 2015

The power within Your Heart

The heart is the most powerful and impactful in our own lives.. The heart leads the brain. Not the other way around. The heart gives you your intuition, your purpose in life. Yet so easily broken. People love to dismiss your intuition your purpose as they would like you to be placed in a box which they understand, they control. Yet the heart cannot be placed in a box as it will suffer and break down. The heart lives with each and every one of us. It lives to be powerful within your body to reach your soul. When others take control, this leaves you with sadness, depression and a type of death. Live with your heart, never allow others to control your heart. Allow your heat to love and work. Give yourself permission to live the life your were born to do, your heart knows and shares... hugs everyone..by Sonia F Stevens

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Life

Nothing is ever what we expect. Changes happen in our lives. Good, Bad.. It is life. It is how we each deal with the unexpected, the roller coaster ride of life. The clue to it is ... enjoy the ride, no matter what comes your way. As you will survive it even when you think you can't. You are stronger than what others think or even what you think about your strength. I acknowledge each and everyone for the caricature, their being, for no one can live your life path, except you... Even when you want to hide. You can't restart your beginning, you can however Make a great life in now and make a wonderful ending.. no matter what age you are... Your extraordinary and very creative beings. Live the life you were born to live. Not what other's want you to live. Create your life, your way.. mmm..

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Real Life with Intergrity Within Ourselves.

Every day we are presented with opportunities to live as if it’s business as usual or to create something exceptional, something beyond who we’ve been, what we’ve imagined, and what we know. Each day is a new occasion to express ourselves, to challenge existing options, to set aside current standards, to question firmly held assumptions, to break or even reinvent the mould.

It’s with that choice that we begin to get at that spirit so unique, so fundamentally who we are that when fully expressed it yields a sheer and spontaneous joy in just being alive—a shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.

“The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible—without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t
have to draw…because they are the artists of being alive…”

The stuff of wars, soap operas, divorce courts, Hamlet, and more all borrow on that equation, as do we. While we might wish we’d left that even-numberedness to our childhood and adolescence, it’s not to be. The dynamic of dealing with issues that are unwanted, yet persist continues to play out in board rooms, neighbourhoods, marriages, and between nations—we justify, we blame, we complain.

Issues that are unwanted, yet persist can be a powerful impetus for change, as evidenced by the progress of human rights, for example. But there’s another world of things that are unwanted, yet persist—things that we complain about over and over, like some aspect of our relationships or jobs that is not working, and yet we find ourselves keeping around.

If we put what’s “unwanted, yet persists” together with “fixed ways of being,” we get what we call a “racket.” It’s a “mash-up” of sorts (a web buzzword). In a mash-up, one web application is combined with another, making both applications more productive and robust—you get something greater than the sum of the parts. If you mash up what’s unwanted, yet persists (which is most likely occurring as a complaint) and a fixed way of being, you also get something greater than the sum of its parts, but in this case, the yield heads in the wrong direction—the combination is  non productive or more accurately, counterproductive.

A complaint is some kind of opinion or judgment of the way things “should” or “shouldn’t be.” The evaluative component isn’t a commentary on facts that are true or false, accurate or not, but again how we think things should be. By fixed way of being we mean acting in a predictable and repetitive manner (like always frustrated, always upset, always angry, always nice, always annoyed, always suspicious, always confused, etc.). Whatever our fixed way of being is, it’s not something we have a choice over.

It’s just there—it shows up automatically when the complaint shows up. It’s also worth noting that a recurring complaint doesn’t cause the way of being, nor does the way of being cause the recurring complaint—they simply come together in one package. The whole point here, though, is that it’s a fixed way of being, not a possible way of being.

Although, under closer scrutiny, it turns out we too have complaints—complaints about their complaints. Our matching complaint might show up like, “don’t they understand, don’t they know how it is for me, why are they nagging, don’t they see everything I’m doing for them?” When we complain, we feel quite justified that our response is appropriate to the situation.

We explain the rationale behind our complaints to interested (and uninterested) parties, and point out how pleased we are with ourselves for taking the necessary steps to sort things out—we have a certain fondness for our attempts, for “trying.” We might get our friends, family, or co-workers to agree that we’re dealing with our complaints the best we can. If they point out that perhaps we’re the one perpetuating the problem, we could feel misunderstood, put out, even busted.

Seen from a distance, there can be something almost endearing about how we go about all this—as if it’s part of our authentic and sincere spirit—but actually, our rationale for doing what we do is another thing entirely. This is the camouflage or cover-up part. The deceptive nature of a racket and the allure of the payoff keep us from realizing the full impact rackets have in our lives.

The payoffs for keeping rackets around usually show up in several ways: being right and making others wrong (not the factual kind of right, but thinking that we are right and the other person is wrong), being dominating or avoiding domination, justifying ourselves and invalidating others (attributing cause to some thing or person other than ourselves), engaging in the win/lose dynamic (not “winning” like a celebration with trophies, applause, or congratulations to the opponent, but winning such that someone else is the loser or is lessened in some way).

These payoffs are like facets of a diamond—although one facet might be more dominant than another (and we might deny or not be aware that some aspect of a payoff is active in our case), they’re really all at play.

The pull of these payoffs is often compelling enough to get us to give up love, vitality, self-expression, health, and happiness. That’s a ridiculously strong force. Those costs are the standard fare of a racket.  It’s pretty obvious that we can’t be happy, vital, and loving while we’re making someone wrong, dominating someone, being right, or justifying ourselves—one displaces the other. This is where choice comes into the picture.

Rackets, although one thing, have two forms of existence (somewhat like ice and steam are two forms of H2O). One form of a racket shows up as “I am X, Y, or Z.” The second shows up as “ahhh, I have a racket that is X, Y, or Z.” When we are the racket, it shapes and determines our way of being. But when we have a racket, it has very little power over our way of being. We have a choice about what’s at play—about giving up our rackets, our positions, our unproductive ways of being.

When we elect to transform our default ways of being—being right, coming out on top (the even-numb redness, so to speak)—we move to a place of freedom, a place of possibility. The question then becomes: How do I express my life? What would be, for me, the most extraordinary, created, invented life?  It becomes a matter of art, of design.

How extraordinary are the everyday aspects of our lives; how rich our lives are,  how full of opportunity, when we act on the possibility of living life fully.

When we compromise, even in the tiniest of matters, it’s easier for those compromises to become more and more commonplace. Over time, bit by bit, this erodes our sense of self. It’s like stirring one drop of red paint into a can of white. The paint may turn only the palest shade of pink, and while that might seem barely noticeable—no matter what we say about it—the paint is no longer what it was.

Similarly, when the wholeness and completeness of who we are is jeopardized in  home way, albeit imperceptible at first, our sense of ourselves gets obscured, making it harder to return to who we are. When that begins, there’s really no starting point to become ourselves—it’s all flailing around.

The possibility of fully being ourselves occurs in proportion to our being authentic. Living with a pretence, or being afraid that some aspect of ourselves might be found out, precludes any real freedom. Being authentic requires courage.

There is no template to follow, no zeitgeist to read, no known path to success. It’s a matter of courage—a matter of creating possibility. It gets made up as we go along, and it is this shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.

Communication, conversation, language are predominately thought of, anchored in our minds, as an expressing, a speaking, a vocalizing. That outward expression goes far beyond talking, far beyond describing or representing reality—it is in fact what allows for “who” and “how” we are in the world.

It’s what allows for the futures we create, where we evoke experience in others, where our ideas become clear and possible, where we share ourselves, and where others are expanded by our participation with them. But speaking is not where things get handled—it’s not powerful enough. The possibility that there’s an edge, the possibility of impact, lies in our listening.

Listening, we often think of as more passive—important, but somehow lesser or secondary. But listening is the clearing in which speaking can occur—without it, there isn’t any speaking. Listening is an action.

It’s way more active than it is passive—it creates speaking. Listening doesn’t receive speaking, it isn’t a receptacle for speaking—it gives speaking. Listening is the possibility for meaning, for understanding. The possibility for being loved lives in one’s listening; the possibility for learning lives in one’s listening. Listening is what allows others to be—it’s where both the speaker and what is spoken come alive, exist, and flourish.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

The writing..not the spelling

Good Morning people!
I am in a writing mood again.. been awhile... where do I begin?! I could write about the weather or the political, or even about the food places which have been a big let down... I am thinking of writing it all down in my books again.. and then trans to computer... then adjust with spell checker etc... later.. I find writing in hand more feeling that onto the computer, directly.. As my feelings with spelling mistakes and all...more open than that of a computer... As you get the flow of writing and it doesn't stop for correction or highlights mistakes which take away from your thought process.. Writing in a book on the pages.. with doodling's and scribbling's seems to open up a world where your really expressing your words and feelings.. what ever they may be...People are so judgmental when you write.. Pick out the mistakes. .but not taking in the writing itself or the story your describing.. the creative part of the expressions.. they love to place the negatives, rather than seeing what the person's writing about.. interesting... me, I read the words and get to the heart of it.. not the mistakes and the spelling.. for that is only the cosmetics of writing.. The story is important... Then again... some people are not creative and can only see the mistakes and not the story behind those mistakes.. That in itself is interesting as the writer can see that they cannot read the story... only the mistakes which those people pick up....
I sometimes read, many books have untold mistakes in them and they are best sellers, yet it is the story which gets to me... when the story is good ,, then the rest is not so important..cave men had no spelling.. but their stories lasted more than centauries..

 
I found that who I am is unimportant. What I do is more important. Inspire creative passions which you were born to achieve and be, is!