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rudyan
I would most like to teach others to love, to honour, and to forgive themselves. I would like to teach it because that has been key to turning my own life around. How will I... More »
rudyan
I am - my home - is me. Ignoring the artifacts of written language---dashes, spaces---where's the separation? I seldom feel it anymore. Here, now, on this earth, I carry my physical home with me wherever... More »
rudyan
Well, whichever way presents itself at the time of asking. Hopefully what comes out is an authentic response (i.e., from my authentic self). Sometimes, though, I catch myself saying no and when I think more... More »
rudyan
Dance them to the end of love... Forget about how to show them you love them. When you love someone from the heart, with no holds barred, no strings attached, the love will show itself---can't... More »
rudyan
img Forgiveness? It has turned my life around, literally stood my life on its ear. But I have to tell you this: it was me forgiving me that started the process. As I forgive myself,... More »
rudyan
For some reason, seeing this question brings to mind a comedy routine from Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In (late 60's TV show). The routine centres around a "dirty old man" in a trenchcoat and the middle-aged... More »
rudyan
To uncover the face behind my face. To listen with my inner ear. To speak my truth. To love.
rudyan
Sometimes it feels like a whisper on the wind, a tinkle of fairy chimes, or the barest of love-nudges: a reminder to look, to become the all-seeing eye into my body-mind-spirit connection. Perhaps I need... More »
rudyan
flying freefall fireworks falling in love floating on clouds being suffused in light dancing in universal rhythm dancing to your own heartbeat donning rose-coloured spectacles walking on the beach on a windy day walking on... More »
rudyan
What comes into my living space, for one. A moment ago it was a fly buzzing on the inside of the open window he had just flown through. No sooner was he in than he... More »
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