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To all of the very special people who follow me, I am inordinately grateful for your friendship and support.  In considering how to share some of my other interests, I have decided to create a new site unlinked to this one.

My love and passion for baking, cooking, and creating my own recipes, has made me decide to expand my experiences with WordPress and the supportive community to a site totally dedicated to and for baking enthusiasts.

This location will continue to advocate and highlight on the critical need for and expansive power of Empathy.   Yet, not everyone wants to see both on the same blog.   There is nothing wrong with that; we are all multi-faceted with many emotions and interests.

So, if you would like to find me at a new site (in addition to this one) highlighting cooking and baking, please join me at Bubby Bakes     I would love to have your opinion and hope that it will be the right kind of move for some of you.  If it is not your cup of tea (cooking humor … drumroll) then please share the link with someone who might enjoy, partake,  and who I can have the pleasure to learn from as well.

https://bubbybakes.wordpress.com/

Thank you, as ever, for your kindness and encouragement.  Please know that I send mine to you as well.

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You are so welcome here!

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
– Sylvia Plath

“How do you tell if something’s alive? You check for breathing.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

In one of those rare moments when I rose above the pain, I realized that I was breathing. It was not just one of those shallow breaths that we hold onto for too long; it rose above me and out towards the world.

I had been holding my breath for so long, or trying not to, that I did not know how good it would feel.

This was a moment when I realized I could see beyond the grief. Once I exhaled, I realized that I had clarity in my mind as well as my body.

These moments are to be treasured for breathing is no simple task. Holding onto our air and diving deep, or being submerged with no known way out, takes more effort. It costs more, it feels more, to withhold our breath.

My grief and loss took my breath away and I did not know how long it would take to get it back. Once I did, I realized just how long I had been under the ebbs and flows of pounding waves, and how long it had taken me to come out to shore. My feet pressing into the Earth was a reminder that other parts of my body denied attention were still there.

Trying to ground myself deeper into being reminded me that those whose lack of empathy or compassion was truly hurtful no longer deserved my attention. It was my own once again.

Even if it only happened once in awhile, I was miraculously able to acknowledge it, appreciate it, and wait for its next return.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beneath Your Feet.”

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” 
W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

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Thank you so much for visiting and sharing my posts.  It means more than you know. 🙂

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THE IMPORTANCE OF HAPPINESS

“When you find out what makes you happy — and it can be something as detailed as a long-term goal or it can be something as simple as the way I feel when my son smiles — you should know that happiness is your birthright. It’s a reaction to something.”

— Pharrell Williams, at the UN on March 20, 2015

When our heart and mind reach out to someone or something – this is empathy. We not only realize what brings us joy, but we pay attention when someone else shows us what it means to him or her. In reacting, and listening, we learn about ourselves and others. We appreciate the differences and methods to define happiness as individuals and a collective union of like-minded others.

A commitment to awareness, change, hope, and a renewed faith in ourselves and others generates a response to the questions:

What is happiness for me?

How can I bring it to someone else?”

What does happiness mean to you?

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