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A Little Bit of Mindfulness: An Introduction to Being Present

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“Not Everyone We Meet Crosses Our Path by Accident Some encounters in life seem to happen at exactly the right moment, almost as if they were meant to wake us up. They remind us that giving someone our trust is not something we should do too quickly. We first need to know people better, so that disappointment does not become too deeply connected to our feelings. When someone confronts us with the truth behind a performance or an insincere attitude, it hurts. Yet such an experience also reveals something important. It becomes a new life lesson that teaches us how things should not be. The painful part is that these lessons often feel expensive, because they come with hurt, sorrow, or disappointment. But at the same time, they are also valuable, because they can protect us for the rest of our lives from new problems and setbacks. Through hardship and painful experiences, we become wiser, as long as we do something with them and learn from them. That is how we meet both good and difficult people in life, and through those experiences and events we are led toward greater insight and a better life. Encounters with others always give us a chance to learn. Everyone experiences that in a different way, but it remains important to stay alert and not believe everything too quickly. That is how we continue to discover that every day we live on earth brings another 24 hours filled with life lessons.
Not every meeting is accidental, because some people cross our path to teach us something we might otherwise never have understood. Thank You for reading. I wish You all the very best and, above all, good health. Real thoughts. Real life. Real meaning. Author © Jan Jansen Easy Branches Follow for more quotes and stories”

“...The Qur'an cannot be translated. ...The book is here rendered almost literally and every effort has been made to choose befitting language. But the result is not the Glorious Qur'an, that inimitable symphony, the very sounds of which move men to tears and ecstasy. It is only an attempt to present the meaning of the Qur'an-and peradventure something of the charm in English. It can never take the place of the Qur'an in Arabic, nor is it meant to do so...”

“This had to be the most curious situation in all of her life. Not that she had a great deal to compare it to, of course, living, as she had, quite a sheltered existence. But if anyone had ever had a friend quite like Periapt, she had yet to read about it. The most peculiar thing was the feeling, the conviction, that here was someone she had been looking for as a friend and companion her entire life. When they were talking and she wasn't actually looking at him- in the dark, say, when they would go up to the top of the tower to rest their eyes and look at the stars- she never, ever even thought about the fact that he was a dragon. In fact, if she was reading a book with him and he would say something aloud, she would get a kind of shock to her system when she looked up and saw, not a person, but a huge, dusky-emerald dragon head. The shock was getting worse, too, not better, every time she looked up and didn't see the studious young man she expected to see.”

“Anyway, you're to have four sets- to match jewels, I suppose- white gold, pale gold, yellow gold and rose gold. Can't have your oculars clashing with your bracelets, I suppose. I'll send the 'prentice up with them later. I'm waiting for the frames to cool now." "If the Princess is not here, you can leave them with her handmaiden, Iris," Lady Thalia put in, and came around to take a look at the Sophont's handiwork. She blinked. "Good heavens. That is 'much' more flattering!" "Yes, it is," Balan agreed with a lopsided smile. "Now you can see what pretty eyes she has. Well, I'm off! Lady Thalia, it was a pleasure meeting you. Princess, a delight to serve you!" As soon as he was out of the room, Andie was out of the chair. Picking up the skirt of her gown this time to keep it from tripping her, she ran to her bedroom to peer into the little mirror over her dressing table. The difference was astounding. The old oculars had been small, vaguely rectangular, and had cut across her face like a slash mark. These were large, circular and, for the first time, did not obscure her eyes. If anything, they made her eyes look bigger, like those of a young animal, soft and giving an impression of innocence and vulnerability. The frame, of white gold, was very simple and polished, somehow less fussy than Balan's frame of twisted wire had been. "Gracious!" Iris exclaimed. "What a difference!" "You don't think they look-well- 'owlish'?" Lady Thalia asked, a little doubtfully. "Not a bit!" Iris declared. "Just look how big they make her eyes look! And 'you've' heard all those daft poets, my Lady, going on about a girl's eyes supposed to be like a doe's, or big pools of water!”

“Her attention wandered, and she began staring at the clouds, dreamily watching them drift over the city. When she was little, she wished she could fly up there and play, or even, when things were particularly miserable, stay there forever. She'd never told anyone, but she used to daydream about trapping one of the flying horses that were supposed to live in the mountains, or finding some other way of getting up there. The idea of living in a place where you were never above the same landscape, that in fact, you could see the world without leaving "home," was enchanting.”