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Calmer For Life

Locality: Elwood, Victoria, Australia

Phone: +61 1800 918 270

Address: Foam Street 3184 Elwood, VIC, Australia

Website: http://calmerforlife.com/

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25.01.2022 Dr. Gabor Maté on the implications materialistic culture has on our mental and physical health. Do you resonate with this?

25.01.2022 Viktor E. Frankl said that Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth a...nd our freedom. There is deep truth in this statement. Often we are moving so quickly in thought and word that we skip right past this space and opportunity. In every situation where we are triggered, or simply have a choice of any kind to make - there lies a space where we can react unconsciously or respond consciously. May we learn to access the space in between stimulus and response, turn away from internal chaos, chatter, and mental suffering and return to a peaceful center. This will allow us to choose to respond consciously. And so it is. Namaste. #MondayMotivation

22.01.2022 Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy.... He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make flowers." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And it was red, with a green stem. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at his teacher's flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher's. It was red, with a green stem. On another day The teacher said: "Today we are going to make something with clay." "Good!" thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay. But the teacher said, "Wait!" "It is not time to begin!" And she waited until everyone looked ready. "Now," said the teacher, "We are going to make a dish." "Good!" thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes. But the teacher said "Wait!" "And I will show you how." And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. "There," said the teacher, "Now you may begin." The little boy looked at the teacher's dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher's But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher's. It was a deep dish. And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn't make things of his own anymore. Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school. The teacher said: "Today we are going to make a picture." "Good!" thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn't say anything. She just walked around the room. When she came to the little boy She asked, "Don't you want to make a picture?" "Yes," said the little boy. "What are we going to make?" "I don't know until you make it," said the teacher. "How shall I make it?" asked the little boy. "Why, anyway you like," said the teacher. "And any color?" asked the little boy. "Any color," said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem. ~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy We have a narrow definition of what constitutes being smart that leaves people out and wounds people’s sense of self. We have elevated one type of brain at the expense of all the other representations of intelligence and flourishing. Intelligence is not one thing, it’s many things. The problem is a set of institutional practices that reinforces the idea that difference is the problem. #NormalSucks -Jonathan Mooney Don't do things the way people are telling you to. Look at the way that you feel is the best. Your way may be better Mike Cammarata #1in5 #beautifulminds #saydyslexia #fishinatree

20.01.2022 Watch and feel. Normally wouldn't post something like this, but it's needed..! #freehugsproject

18.01.2022 Psychotherapist Johan Deckmann Creates Brutally Honest Self-Help ‘Books’ Inspired By His Patients, And The Result Is Hilarious

16.01.2022 Via Fractal Enlightenment

16.01.2022 Your body knows before your mind does - Danielle LaPorte, The Desire Map.

10.01.2022 The mind creates the abyss, the heart crosses it. ~Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

09.01.2022 This poem is stunning. Just wanted to share it. It is used in the Reform Jewish liturgy, as an optional reading, before Kaddish Every once in a while, a poem o...r song is so well constructed, so clearly conveys the authors meaning and is so precisely expressive that it becomes something of an anthem. The poem below, Epitaph, was written by Merrit Malloy and as one of those poems, has become a staple of funeral and memorial servicesfor good reason. Epitaph - By Merrit Malloy When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on in your eyes And not your mind. You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn’t die, People do. So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away.

08.01.2022 Pause, that gives us power to not react but respond.

06.01.2022 You've got to watch this.

03.01.2022 A snippet of an insight into the excellent work of TRTP.

02.01.2022 The right person is not exactly a predestined person, nor will it bring a relationship without challenges. The right person does not make their previous relatio...nships wrong. But while the others taught you and went on your way, the right person comes to teach and learn from you along the way. It is that person who is committed to being on your side, who wants to evolve with you along the trails of love, who has patience with your difficult moments, who supports you in your needs, who values your gifts and does not jump out of the relationship boat in the first opportunity. It is a relationship that has more than love or passion, it is a relationship that has complicity. Complicity is the partnership of souls, the link that understands that relationships are not ready, that they are built on a daily basis. When you meet a person like that, who has a mature look at relationships, you understand why all the other people who have passed through you have not stayed in your life. There are people who do not stay. Because it is not the time, because they are not prepared, because they make sense for an old version of ours (or theirs), but they are not to stay. These are relationships that prepare us, mature us (sometimes in pain or not) and that help us to calibrate our affective gears. Because it’s not enough for the right person to arrive when we’re not ready for them. Affective life is not just about finding someone deep who loves us, but being prepared to be loved. Living mature relationships goes through when we are mature. People mature when they learn from what they have lived and open up to live the best. The affective trajectory can be challenging, but when the right person arrives, it gives meaning to all that, to everyone who didn't stay, and makes up for our entire journey. - Alexandro Gruber