Plethora of Everything

Confidence -  a feeling of self-assurance arising from one's appreciation of one's own abilities or qualities.  D efinition from Google's dictionary       Being around confident people is intriguing. It makes you feel like, "What do they know that I don't know?"      Genuinely confident people are like magnets, drawing others to them.      -" If you can make yourself believe it, you can make anyone believe it ..." for better or for worse!          Confidence is inborn, to a degree ( ever noticed how perfect a baby's posture is when she learns to sit up... brimming with confidence those babies! ). It's also a byproduct of several other life aspects.      That's what we'll focus on in this blog post: the aspects of life that can positively impact our confidence.         I believe this last presidential election was won in great part due to the Presiden...

At the Store, do the 'Plastic Two-Step'      The bad news: Single use plastic is everywhere and hard to resist.      The good news: Learning the 'plastic two-step' is even easier than learning the two-step dance!      In the grocery you have choices with almost every item you buy: milk in a paper carton or plastic jug, eggs in a paper or plastic container, tampons with or without (OB brand) a plastic applicator, yogurt in a 32 oz. or a multi-pack option.     So, whatever you're buying, do a quick two-step : The plastic-packaged or alternatively-packaged item ... when possible, choose the alternatively-packaged item. Paper packaging is biodegradable .  Plastic isn't.     For a comprehensive explanation as to why plastic doesn't biodegrade, refer to this link: https://www.livescience.com/33085-petroleum-derived-plastic-non-biodegradable.html     Hints: Organic products are typically made by...

I'm in the process of revising all 90+ existing (older) posts. THIS SITE IS Reason for site-wide revising : To make the blog more professional, reader-friendly and util to a broader audience.   Thank You for your Support!

  How It Happened      When the white dove first appeared in our yard. I was dancing around the living room to "Big Girls Don't Cry!"     It took several hand gestures to get my husband and son to notice the bird- and they were in the front yard (playing). The Dove    Elvis had played too and all of us danced for that one! My (recently departed) grandmother, Claudia, loved 60's music and Elvis was her favorite .  I remember listening to a cassette of "Greatest 60's Hits" in her car as a child. The cassette tape had "Big Girls Don't Cry" on it.     So ... we were all thinking of 'Mingya,' (as I called her) as these 60's classics played!    And that's when I caught a glimpse of the white dove .     It was there, out of nowhere.     It was on a Saturday.     I threw it seed.          It didn't stray far from our home and seemed unable to find food on...

        Recently I changed the name of my blog to  Be Your Best You!     I purchased a new domain and am working to spruce things up online.     This is out of my comfort zone since I'm not a tech-savvy person.     I am, however, a long-time-practitioner of creative visualization, meditation and energy healing.         At 38 years old I'm grateful to have: my health, a loving, healthy husband and son, my education and a little dog walking business (I could go on but I won't!).         I feel fortunate and proud to primarily be a stay at home mom with my nearly-4-year-old-son, although I know that's not for everyone!     There's no 'one size fits all' in life.         Along the way I've learned a lot through trial and error and feel enlightened much of the time.     Hopefully some of what I've learned, and practice on a daily basis, can he...

-Written when my baby was almost a year old; I didn't finish the post back then because, baby didn't keep sleeping through the night!     Oh my baby?     He slept for 12 1/2 hours last night, 9 of which were uninterrupted by night wakings.     Sorry to sound like a bragging mom but, I'm a little entitled.     I spent 10 months suffering the horrendous effects of sleep deprivation. Many days I felt irritable, angry and zombie-like.             Some days the deprivation made me feel physically sick, others just depressed and hopeless.     Don't get me wrong, I had good days too but sleep deprivation and my baby's ongoing night wakings were taking a toll on every aspect of my life.     Me, me, me, I'm going on just about myself...  Imagine how my poor baby felt... waking up every couple of hours nearly every single night?!     There has been a lot of mommy-guilt associate...

Will man finally listen? Will man finally learn? That there are bridges than cannot be burned. Will man's survival need overcome his glutton and greed? Will man finally see how the value of just one seed represents how we all succeed? Will man finally let it sink in, as it sinks into his roof, that we're all one, all connected, under this brilliant sun? Will man finally accept the predictions were right, from Jesus Christ to scientists, climatologists... will man finally see the light? Surely he will. For the storm always passes. But when it does will man finally do something to control his masses? To assure we nurture rather than destroy, and that politicians are earnest, not coy, To assure we respect our universal mother, even when we can't get along, sister and brother. Right now mama tierra seems rather angry and sad, Overwhelmed, like she's feeling bad. Pumping tons of chemicals into earth's core, Man, that's not what we're h...