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Going back to an old love from ages ago... Got an integrated amp to hook up an old turntable and I'm gonna use an old Pioneer DVD player as a CD player for the meantime. Starting over but I wish I could've kept all my equipment and records from before. Now I have to find the right speakers, cables, and rack. Going record hunting too very soon! I don't know who's more excited, me or my 14 year old daughter @ianaaberin? She was very curious and interested in this and actually requested to set this up to play those "black round things!" :-D #starterkit#budgethifi#hifi#stereo#stereosystem#Denon#oldlove#records#vinyl#hobby#music#listening#thankful#thankyouLord
Damn here's to another amazing year, appreciate all the love and support from everyone. It was a successful year of failure, letting go, and learning about love. Truly blessed an excited for what HE has planned for this year! #listening#lifeswonderfulgifts#blessed
"One day shortly before he died, Lorenzo called me into his room and said 'I want to thank you. I am happier now than I've ever been.' 'Bullshit' I replied. 'Not long ago you told me you didn't want to live if you couldn't walk in the park or write in your journal. What was that about?' 'Oh that,' he answered with a shrug. 'That was just chasing desire.' 'What do you mean? Those activities aren't important to you?' Lorenzo sighed. 'No, it's not the activities that bring me joy. It's the attention to the activities. Now my pleasure comes from the coolness of the breeze and the softness of the sheets.'" - Frank Ostaseski
48/365 - LISTEN
How do you listen? There so many different ways that people listen, some more effective than others. Having a blocked throat most of my life I had a lot of practice keeping my mouth shut. I spent most of my time listening. Whether it was my brothers talking, my mom talking with her friends, strangers speaking to me, I remained silent through it all.
The art of listening I find isn't really about actually being quiet and taking information in, it's really about making sure the other person feels heard. That you acknowledged what they felt compelled to share.
For myself, I use what I want in a listener as a guide for when I'm the one listening. My biggest things are not being interrupted and not having an answer or personal experience shared unless I ask for one. If I'm trusting you enough to share something, I don't want you to give me a solution. I also don't want to hear "Oh yeah, one time this happened to me..." It isn't about you. It's about holding the space for me to express freely.
What I've noticed is that when people listen they're actually trying to come up with what they're going to say at the end so that there isn't an awkward silence or so they can offer some advice because they think that's what the other person wants. I've learned to not speak unless I'm asked for advice. Even then, if I feel like I don't have anything of value to share I won't say anything. Listening in its purest form is transformational. It builds trust. It takes the lid off of our over flowing emotions. It allows for the sharer to work out their own answer.
Cause every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true
I'm way too good at goodbyes.
Sam Smith "Too Good At Goodbyes"
Today I worked a 12 hour shift at the #JourneyCare Glenview IPU (In-Patient Unit) and was truly healed by the energy that abounds in that sacred space. Hospice is a scary word for a lot of people, but for me it gives my life purpose beyond my own desires and ego- it blesses me with the ability to touch people's lives as they walk through the darkest valley with their Mother, Father, Sibling, or Friend. Death means a lot of things to many kinds of people and no two death experiences are the same because no two people are the same. The friends, the family, the support, the caregivers are different in every case, and that is something special because it means no two days are alike for those lucky enough to work there. Lately I've felt overwhelmed and defeated by my life circumstances. My job in the field became monotonous, I became complacent in my role as a hospice nurse, school defeated me, I lost my flare for fitness. I lost my passion. I forgot my purpose. I became so obsessed with my life here on this earth I forgot my life transcends our concept of death. My Spirit's life is long and ever changing. I allowed myself to be defined by my car, my career, my weight, my grades, I forgot that none of that ultimately matters because I don't get to take any of it with me when I transmigrate. Today my call to #Spirit was answered by a beautiful #sunrise on a warm #autumn morn. I remembered as the sun rises and sets on the lands of the earth each day it is reborn to the plants and animals it enlightens; as I am enlightened and restored, rising in the dawn. I forgot that I embody the power of spirit to manifest whatever destiny I choose for myself, and I choose to be a guardian of #Peace#Truth#Love and #Light . I will not let the seasons dictate my mood. I will not let people manipulate my energy. We are all Gods bound in blood and bone to forge this world into what we choose to see the most and today I choose to live for the words that start with L: #Love , #Laughter , #Light , #Language , #Learning , #Listening , #Looking .
I make this post to bookmark a moment in my life changed by again being led through a #valley - but coming out upon the mountain of #God .