In India, elephants are used for manual labor. When the elephant is small and weighs approximately 200 pounds, it is securely tied with a heavy-duty rope. In between “jobs,” the elephant often tries to break through its bonds. The calf whines, tugs, and even tries to chew through the rope; but it is unable to …
One of my favorite quotes — one that guides much of my life and work — is a Japanese proverb: Your garden is not complete until there’s nothing more you can take out of it. A garden cannot have EVERYTHING in it. If it does, it ceases to be a garden and instead becomes a mess. A …
James Allen, from Above Life’s Turmoil As the fruit to the tree and the water to the spring, so is action to thought. It does not come into manifestation suddenly and without a cause. It is the result of a long and silent growth; the end of a hidden process which has long been gathering force. …
I read this about worry in Norman Vincent Peale‘s wonderful book The True Joy of Positive Living. I think you’re going to learn a lot from this. It is the custom of my church to have the minister’s portrait painted. The artist selected to do mine was Howard Chandler Christy, then at the apex of …
An aspiring violinist lived in a small town. His passion was the violin. He played and practiced day and night. According to everyone in town who heard him play, he was on his way to become a virtuoso. One day, this man heard that a great virtuoso violinist would be giving a concert in the …
Everything you have and everything that is around you began with a thought. That was not — and is not — the entire process, though. To attain something, you must . . . . . . think . . . . . . and then plan . . . . . . and then do. …
We easily recognize three phases of consciousness, between each of which there are enormous differences. Simple consciousness, which all animals possess in common. It is the sense of existence by which we recognize that “we are,” and “that we are where we are,” and by which we perceive the various objects and varied scenes and …
A boulder field. Fuel running out. Neil Armstrong’s heart rate hit 160 beats per minute. He was sweating. But he didn’t sound worried or anxious. He sounded cool. Calm. In control. Because he was. He had overridden the computer controls and was manually flying the craft to find a flat area to set the Eagle …
