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The Games of LifeWhile my husband and I waited for our lunch to be served in a small country restaurant, we noticed the flip side of the menu displayed some games to keep kids entertained. Since we consider ourselves to be rather kid-like, I challenged him to a competition for each game.

First was tic-tac-toe.  We played each one quickly and were evenly matched. Each of our four games ended up as a tie.

Life Lesson: Sometimes everybody wins and other times nobody wins. Just do your best and stay awake whenever it is your turn to move.

Next game was a connect the dots picture of an octopus.

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Playing With PicassoI am not an artist, at least not one that uses a brush on canvas.

I am also not a student of art, although I once had the delightful experience of attending a workshop featuring the life and works of Picasso.

As a workshop participant, I listened intently to the very interesting history of Picasso’s life and how at a very young age, his genius as an artist was exposed.

The professor that led the workshop encouraged us all to feel free to doodle on the paper in front of us during the lecture and power point presentation. We were asked to allow ourselves to be inspired.

 

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Not My BodyA belief I now hold, which I first learned in studying A Course in Miracles, is that we are not our bodies. In spite of the fact there is extreme attention put upon our bodies and that we are bombarded with information on how to take care of them and make them look good, that is not who we are.

I was reminded of this today when I read a Facebook post of a man who wrote about his wife, a woman in her thirties who suffers from multiple sclerosis. She is apparently rapidly deteriorating in her ability to do even the simplest tasks and sadly is quite depressed.

I know it is impossible to even fathom what it would be like to be in this situation, locked inside a body that doesn’t work. There is no cure, no relief in sight.

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Much Ado About NothingMost mornings as I sip my first cup of coffee I gradually wake up scrolling through my Facebook feed. Today I could not help but notice how many posts were negative observations and opinions about people, situations and various other things which were out of control of my complaining friends.

What struck me once again this morning was how we humans seem to gravitate toward listing the things that upset us, making much ado about the stuff of life that is out of our control.

Why is this practice so common? I imagine it’s due to a desire to be heard, seen and known and some posts certainly do attract a lot of attention, based on the number of “LIKES”, comments and shares that feed these posts.

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