woensdag 27 januari 2010



Take a look at an apple tree. There might be five hundred apples on the Tree, each with ten seeds. That's a lot of seeds!

We might ask, "Why would you need so many seeds to grow just a few more Trees?"

Nature has something to teach us here. It's telling us: "Most seeds never Grow. So if you really want to make something happen, you better try More than once."

This might mean:

You'll attend twenty interviews to get one job.

You'll interview forty people to find one good employee.

You'll talk to fifty people to sell a House, Car, Vacuum Cleaner, Insurance Policy, an Idea...

And you might meet a hundred acquaintances to find one Special Friend.

When we understand the "Law of the Seed", we don't feel so disappointed. We stop feeling like victims.

Laws of Nature are not things to take personally.

We just need to understand them - and work with them.

donderdag 21 januari 2010

Men's brain versus women's brain

Have you ever wondered why you and your partner can walk away from a conversation with completely different understandings of what was discussed? Now there's proof that neither one of you is crazy -- you're just different!

New scientific research has found subtle differences between the brains of men and women. The studies, which include both physical imaging and psychological research, are leading to greater understanding of the differences between the sexes.

Watch this video!!

maandag 18 januari 2010

The Superwoman Cape


So many women I know are stretched way too thin. Juggling a job, a family, a relationship, a social life and your personal interests and health often feels completely overwhelming.

Most of our mothers were part of the first generation of women who ran not only the family but also found their independence and voice in the paid workforce as well. We learned the desire to experience independence from a traditional role of managing the home front. Many of us are in a quest for finding the perfect balance between family and career, if such a thing truly exists. Yet, in the rush to become Superwomen who can "have it all," many women are exhausted.

Women who want to unleash their true brilliance and leadership in the world need to hang up their Superwoman cape. Being a multi-tasking, Superhero who works 24/7 ultimately leads to burnout, poor health and failing relationships. Expending all of that energy outward doesn't leave much room for us to receive support, resources and love which can help us achieve our goals and spread our mission in the world.

To find that balance, it's important to stop battling issues on all fronts and carve out space for silence. Our true priorities and values will emerge when we hang up the cape and allow ourselves to simply "be" instead of constantly whittling down the "to do" list. Carving out downtime allows us to recharge our batteries. It's in the silence we can finally hear our true voice of inner wisdom and brilliance.

This week create a practice where you'll take a time-out from all of your activity to simply pause and be still. Whether it's taking 5 minutes to sit outside and observe nature, or journaling for a few moments before bedtime, find a way to hang up your Superwoman cape and tune into your inner wisdom. Open yourself up to receiving help by identifying one area where you can either delegate a task or ask for assistance. 

Article inspired by Carolyn Ellis - Founder, Brilliance Mastery (TM)

donderdag 14 januari 2010

Wyclef Jean Haiti earthquake: Singer leads charge to help through Yele Haiti charity - and Twitter

Hip Hop artist Wyclef Jean is urging people to donate $5 to his Haitian charity, Yéle Haiti, by texting "YELE" to 501501. (The donation will be automatically charged to your cellphone bill.) His is one of
many Haiti earthquake relief efforts underway.

 Musician and Haitian immigrant Wyclef Jean took to his Twitter account to ask fans to help with relief efforts after a 7.0-magnitude quake struck his homeland.

By Matt Clark Staff writer / January 13, 2010

Platinum-selling Hip Hop artist Wyclef Jean - a native son of Haiti - is leading the charge to help his beleaguered homeland ... through Twitter.

Mr. Jean's platform of choice seems to be Twitter, where the former Fugees star is urging people to donate $5 to his Haitian charity, Yéle Haiti, by texting "YELE" to 501501. (The donation will be automatically charged to your cellphone bill.)

"I cannot stress enough what a human disaster this is, and idle hands will only make this tragedy worse," said Jean in a statement. "We must act now... Haiti needs your prayers and support."

Jean said he is on his way to Haiti via the neighboring Dominican Republic and asked people to pray for Haiti and for him.

For more information on how to help, go to Jean's Yéle Haiti website, which crashed this morning due to the volume of traffic.

The Monitor wrote about Wyclef's efforts to help Haitians less than year after the rapper started Yele Haiti back in 2005.

In a moving pre-Christmas message on his website, Jean wrote about Haiti and hope:
"At times when I go to Haiti I ask myself what would have happen if I never made it to America? What would I be doing right now? What if I never became Wyclef, and Wyclef was getting on the plane today to come to Haiti to bring me food and Christmas Gifts how would I feel.
When I reflect on such things, it makes me understand that to live for others is the none selfish way to live. At times we are so caught up with ourselves that we forget about those around us. Some say they can’t help the needy because they have no money to give to the poor. I say no one gave me money, in the hut they gave me hope."

Just the end of a busy, humid day in Haiti - then everything changed

It is gruesome to think that on Tuesday I posted about buddha and the dead child.  Then hours later the earthquake happened.

Just the end of a busy, humid day in Haiti - then everything changed

• Slums and embassies laid waste and death toll rising
• UN says 150 staff missing as headquarters destroyed

Haiti earthquake 
A Haitian woman is helped after being trapped in rubble following the earthquake. Photograph: Lisandro Suero/AFP/Getty Images

It was still hot but the sun was slowly dipping into the Caribbean, casting shadows over Port-au-Prince. The narrow streets, clogged at the best of times, were filled with office workers and schoolchildren weaving through traffic. It was peak time for the tap-taps, buses painted with bright colours and religious messages.
Haiti's capital is a study in extremes – hillside slums of squalor overlook fancy hotels and United Nations compounds – but with the working day all but done most inhabitants shared the same thought: head home.

Just another humid, busy afternoon, the aroma of fried plantain from street stalls mixing with diesel fumes and the babble of more than 3 million voices. At 4.53pm, everything changed.
"The entire mountain seemed to fall down all around me," said Emmet ­Murphy, a US charity worker who was driving out of the city. "People were panicking, buildings collapsed on the roadside and a huge dust plume raised from the valley floor."

The magnitude 7.0 earthquake, the most powerful to strike Port-au-Prince in two centuries, shook the earth for about a minute, but even before it finished thousands of buildings had collapsed. Devastation so instant, so thorough, that survivors struggled for words.

"Downtown Port-au-Prince is lost, dust and rumbles," said Frederic Dupoux, a Twitter user. "Every other house is on the ground. People are terrified and have no hope. Natural holocaust. Dead bodies are everywhere."

People screamed "Jesus! Jesus!" as offices, hotels, houses and shops ­collapsed. The poor, as ever with natural disasters, were the worst hit, especially Belair and the area known as Carrefour, near the sea. "The slums on the hills have completely collapsed. We have heard of landslides, with entire communities being wiped out," said Sophie Perez, country director for Care International. "We're particularly worried about the children, because so many schools seem to have collapsed. It's horrifying."

Soil, dust and smoke smothered the city for about 12 minutes, according to witnesses. When it partly cleared the scene was apocalyptic. Neighbourhoods levelled, shopping centres reduced to rubble, ravines filled with corpses and debris. People streaked white with dust and red with blood wept and staggered, dazed amid an alien landscape.

It quickly became clear that wealth, prestige and supposedly sturdy buildings were no guarantee of salvation. The dome on what had been a gleaming white presidential palace collapsed on top of flattened walls. President René Préval and his wife were not inside, and escaped, but the president described stepping over dead bodies and hearing the cries of those trapped inside the collapsed parliament. The senate president was among those pinned under the ruins.
Another apparent casualty was Monsignor Joseph Serge Miot, the archbishop of Port-au-Prince, whose body was reportedly found in the wreckage of the archdiocese office. Taiwan's embassy was destroyed and Spain's badly damaged.

The UN headquarters, based in the former Christopher hotel, was also destroyed, with an estimated 150 people inside. Around 10 people, "some dead, some alive", were pulled from the rubble, said Alain Le Roy, the head of UN peacekeeping.

The UN secretary general, Ban Ki-moon, said the missing included Hedi Annabi, the Tunisian chief of the UN stabilisation mission in Haiti. The French foreign minister, Bernard Kouchner, told RTL radio: "It would appear that everyone who was in the building, including my friend Hedi Annabi, are dead."
The 9,000-strong peacekeeping force, which is spread across Haiti, had to deal with its own tragedies before responding to others'. At least 23 Filipino peacekeepers, mostly clerks who tend to be the last to leave the headquarters, were feared dead. At least 11 Brazilian soldiers also died and scores were reported missing. Chinese state media said eight Chinese peacekeepers died and 10 were missing.
The Hotel Montana collapsed but the famed Olafson hotel, which partly inspired Graham Greene's novel The Comedians, was damaged.

As night descended, with electricity cut, Port-au-Prince disappeared into an inky blackness punctured by car headlights and the flicker of fires. Ian Rogers of Save the Children said he could hear cries of anguish and mourning.

A worldwide effort to race aid to Haiti was about to swing into action, and within hours Barack Obama and Pope Benedict would be among foreign leaders expressing solidarity, but for many in the devastated city there was no immediate relief. Voices cried out from the rubble.
"Please take me out, I am dying. I have two children with me," a female voice pleaded with a Reuters journalist from under a collapsed kindergarten in the Canape-Vert district.
Police and rescue vehicles were absent from many areas. "People are trying to dig victims out with flashlights," said Rachmani Domersant, an operations manager with the Food for the Poor charity.
Aftershocks rocked those buildings that still stood, causing fresh panic, but dwindled in power as the night wore on.

Phone lines were in tatters but some managed to send tweets. From Karen Ashmore: "Needs to be rescued. Please go help. Trapped in her collapsed house: Jillian Thorpe, Rue Charles Perrault 36, Morne Hercule, Petionville." The British aid worker was later found alive.
Those who could not save the living started taking dead from rubble, a foot here, a hand there, and lined the bodies side by side under a sheet. Survivors peeked under the covers to see if they were friends and relatives.

"The whole city is in darkness. You have thousands of people sitting in the streets with nowhere to go. The traffic is jammed," one eyewitness, Michael Bazile, told CNN. "Everybody is yelling. They are praying. They are crying." As dawn broke people wandered the streets holding hands. Helicopters whirred overhead – the first sign of aid. Thousands crammed into hospitals with fractures and burn injuries.

A Red Cross spokesman said the organisation was overwhelmed. "There are too many people who need help. We lack equipment, we lack bodybags."
President Préval emerged looking shaken: "It is a catastrophe," he said. It was still too soon to count the dead but the prime minister, Jean-Max Bellerive, suggested more than 100,000.
As the sun set over the ruins of Port-au-Prince the voices from the rubble were fewer and fainter. Other voices, of survivors too weak or exhausted to dig, wafted from public squares. They were singing hymns.

dinsdag 12 januari 2010

Buddha and the young mother


ONE day, as Buddha was sitting under a banyan tree, a young woman went weeping to him with a dead child in her hands. 'Lord,' she said, 'my first-born, my only child, is dead. Take pity on me and bring it back to life.' And she wept as if her heart would break.

The Blessed One knew the futility of reasoning with her in her then frame of mind. So he told her, 'Daughter, bring a handful of gingili seeds from a person none of whose relations have died, and I shall bring your child back to life.'

The young mother was overjoyed at this seemingly simple request She put her dead child tenderly on the lap of the world-teacher and went to the adjacent village. Her experience of the world was so little that she did not know the impossible nature of her quest. She went first to a house and knocked at the door. A young woman came.

'Will you please give me a handful of gingili seeds?' asked the young mother.
Most willingly,' said the other and brought a handful of gingili seeds. The young mother took them and, as she was about to go, she said casually, 'I hope none of your relations have ever died.' At that the other burst into a loud moan and said, 'Why do you rake up my unhealed wounds? Don't you know that my only brother died but a month ago and that my father died only a year ago? ' The young mother said, 'I am very sorry for you, but I don't want your gingili seeds.'

She went to another house. She found an elderly woman there and wanted a handful of gingili seeds. The elderly lady brought them. Before receiving them, the young mother said, 'I hope none of your relatives have died' on which the other burst out into loud lamentations saying, 'My son, my only son, the boy whom I tended for twenty long years, he died six months ago. Who are you that remind me of my misery? The young mother said, 'I am very sorry, but I do not want your gingili seeds.'

She went to another house where she found a widow aged about sixty. The young woman said, 'Mother, give me a handful of gingili seeds if none of your relatives have died.'

The old widow laughed and said, 'Daughter, I shall give you ten handfuls of gingili seeds if you want, but, of course, several of my relations have died. Why, my dear husband died thirty years ago. I felt it as an inconsolable loss then. But when I come to think of it now I don't feel so sorry. Unless people die, where is the room in this world for the babies who are born every day? The world will become overcrowded like Hell. Where is your father, his father, his father, and so on? Some of these must assuredly have died. Death is the one universal event in the life of every man who is born.'

The young mother felt how impossible her quest was and so returned to Buddha and told him about the fruitlessness of her search.

'Daughter,' said Buddha, 'go, bury your child. This is the way of the world. None can cure death here below.'

woensdag 6 januari 2010

Just Five More Minutes

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”

Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”

The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”

The man smiled and said, “OK.”

“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.

She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?
Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!