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Whats in the middle of the onion when you peel it? Nothing! Whats in the middle of each of us when you get deep enough? Nothing! This Nothing is the empty void we all emerge from, it is what we all go back to and it is inevitable. However we are in the time of the onion peeling so peel away. Each layer of this delicate skin represents a question or issue we enjoy playing with, my layer was about worth and value and the measure of success. I asked around for others to answer taking a pole of opinion, this is what I got. What makes a person valuable? The answers are all over the board. Mostly what people agreed on was that value can only come from the person. Each individual must determine his or her own value. The way to knowing this is through self worth the way to self worth is through loving the self. The way to love the self is through acceptance and looking inward for appreciation and acknowledgement. What is the measure of success? There were many answers ...

At one point in my life, (during a landmark education course) I stood up and said out loud, “I want to stop drinking coffee because I know it was so bad for me and I’m totally addicted” I felt shame for my statement probably because I was raised Mormon and coffee is against the rules.  My coach was sipping his coffee while I spoke and almost spit it at the audience. There were maybe 150 people in the crowd. He basically laughed at my statement then said Its not my addiction to caffeine that I need to change its my passion. I need to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I am looking to be lit on fire with desire and excitement. I am craving vitality and drive. My excuses are what are weighing me down and making my mind feel lethargic. My reasons for not living an inspired life are keeping me in bed and Coffee has nothing to do with it. He challenged me to get really big. To live a life that others can see for miles away because it’s so bright. He challenged me to tak...

The best thing you can do for the world is live an extraordinary life. Live a life full of love and inspiration and joy. What filter are you looking through? When you wake up in the morning are you excited for a new wonderful day of opportunity or are you dreading getting out of bed. Do you see the amazing potential in each new morning, is there gratitude for another day of living or is it a painful experience flooded with regret and dread for all that you worry about. Paying attention to the subtle feelings coursing through your system will be an indicator of what it is you are allowing in your thoughts. Thoughts that are kind, peaceful, loving, generous will create a world of sweet peace, an experience of love and generosity. What you focus on directly creates your experience. Bringing yourself back to the knowing that you are so much more than your body or your circumstance. This life is temporary and you are going to die. Eventually all of the things that consume you wi...

William a sweet man I used to visit in elderly care facility in Denver Colorado 16 years ago.  He was an intelligent whitty pistol.  He was playing chess when I met him. We walked back to his room for a visit while his chess mates where heckling him. He liked the attention. We visited for only a short time I don’t even remember what we talked about only that I held his hand as he talked and in my mind I would imagine love flowing from my heart to his. I loved doing this, it would make the visits so pleasant.  I visited only three times and that was it, he was gone.  The night William died I dreamt about him.  I was walking into his room delivering daisies, his favorite flower. He got out of his bed and thanked me for coming then walked to the door and said it was time to go. We smiled at eachother and that was it. I woke from the dream to see it was 3:12am The next day I went to visit with daisies and I was informed that William had died in the ni...

Hospice~ Many years ago I volunteered for hospice in Denver Colorado, I was in my 20s. There was a sweet man I used to visit. The first time I walked into his room he called me Lorraine. I introduced my self as Sariah your new visitor; assuming that Lorraine was his last volunteer. He told me later that Lorraine was his first love and she was the one person he would wish to see before he died. They were young lovers before the war. Thinking of her got him through that terrible time. He promised he would marry her when he came back, she promised she would wait. He returned to find his precious love had left to marry another and start a little family. They never talked again but he still loved her with all his heart. After his full life of family, work, hobbies, whatever the only thought left was Loraine. How I fit into the picture is that I looked exactly like Lorraine. I show up in the last minutes of his life on his death-bed as the woman he had always loved, the...