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Recently a friend of mine said she could not add numbers well in her head and that she wasn’t good at math. “When did you make that decision?” “In fifth grade when I was told I was ‘stupid’!”
What will it take for us to learn that every judgment and evaluation we make is always about us?
Blood becomes bone to heal a break and skin to repair a cut. Every cell in the body is replaced every seven years.
I wonder why we think we know anything, really?
Recently, on a fairly consistent basis, I have had the momentary experience that there is no time, or as H.G. Wells might have put it, “That time stood still.” In those moments it seems impossible to miss the fact that we share absolutely and completely in the experience of being alive.
Could it be so simple that we must simply slow down to realize the miracle of life?
