A small but big-deep story which learns a lot. wonderful ❤      By SearchingTheMeaningOfLife With a great Thank 🙂 

Stories “The Flower and the Frog”  from the book “From the Ignorance to Wisdom” by Jorge Bukai

via https://searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com/

Once upon a time, a huge charming rose grew right at the centre of a lovely garden. The flower had a lively red colour, and it was not only beautiful but, moreover, she knew it. He even liked singing that beautiful song for, that, “the most beautiful flower in the garden.” 
One day, the rose began to desire more fans of its beauty, more people smell its gentle scent, more lovers to praise its perfection. However, he noticed annoyed that the world looked at him and received expressions of satisfaction, but always from afar.
The rose looked around him and discovered that at the source, very close, a huge and mischievous frog lived. He decided that this was the reason why nobody approached the rose to see the wonderful flower of her. The ugliness of the frog was terrifying the visitors … 
Exasperated with the truth that had just been revealed to him, the rose was stretched and he ordered the frog to leave the garden and never to come back again. 
The frog, perhaps the greatest admirer of the rose, obeyed. 
“Okay,” he said, “since you want it …” 
He took his few belongings and left jumping from the garden to the river …
After a few weeks, the forgotten frog went through the rose. Without much thought, he glanced at the garden and was surprised to see the rose completely withered, with few leaves and its petals wrinkled, without glow. 
Then, without any hesitation, he said, 
“I see you crap … What happened to you?” 
The rose tried to smile, to thank him for his compassion. 
“Since you left the worms they ate my leaves, day after day the ants destroyed my roots to make their nests. I was weak, and I never chewed on, that pretty flower you knew. ” 
” What a pity, “said the frog. “I’m sorry.” 
“Yes,” said the rose, “it was a great misfortune.”
“It was no misfortune,” the frog said. “When I was here I ate all the worms and larvae of the ants …”

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

If anybody says that he’s no fear it’s a lie! we have fear, we must have fear because it helps us to find our inner feeling, to know ourselves better. I was afraid often as I was a child, but I’ve overcome these through my life as I always didn’t look away but tried to confront them. My father died when I was only seven, therefore, got not a much of it but when I was eighteen I’ve lost my mother and if I had not my brother by my side, I’d surely get uncertainty in my life. now I’m left alone since my brother passed away in 2007, and as much the life must go on, I’ve tried to watch inside me to feel my fears and confront with them. I believe the fear is our biggest enemy and we must stand in front of this feeling and not to run away. 

Here again a wonderful lesson by a wonderful woman Elaine Mansfield whom I’ve learned a lot by her. ❤ ❤  

By 
Elaine Mansfield   via https://elainemansfield.com/  
Health, Psychology and Mythology 

My cochlear implant surgery is scheduled for February 5. Not the scariest of surgeries, but I haven’t had general anesthesia since I was a girl.

I know my doctor well and trust him. My son Anthony will drive me to the surgical center in Rochester, NY. The procedure is usually day surgery. I expect to sleep at home that night.

“I’m scared,” a little voice inside says. She doesn’t give up. It’s easy to dismiss her as whiny. She’s about four, my age when I had my first surgery for crossed eyes. She remembers the choking smell of the ether mask as she drowned in visions of bones, huge bones, dinosaur-sized bones burying her little body.

“Daddy, they took out my eyes,” I screamed when I woke up. Both eyes were patched and my hands were tied to the bed railings. “Daddy, help me,” I cried. I heard him sniffle and blow. I knew he was crying. “Those bandages will come off and you’ll be able to see,” he said. I believed him.

At home, he held me on his lap to put stinging drops in my eyes. He scolded me for wiping out the medicine, so I didn’t. I wanted to be held.

Looking back, I know how sick he was, how close to dying. Since he was often bedridden, he was home to support me. I knew where to find him.

My dad lived another ten years, but he was always sick. Mom pushed for a second eye surgery months after his death. It was cosmetic this time. I thought I looked fine, but she detected a slight turning inward of that eye. The doctor must have agreed.

I wasn’t ready. Maybe I would have never been ready.

Mom taught full-time and focused on pulling her widowed life together. She had no patience for fear or grief, mine or especially her own. I couldn’t say, “Mommy, I’m scared.”

Who will hold my hand and love me when I’m weak and helpless? Who will say “You’ll be OK?” This time, I’ll tell my friends and sons about the scared little girl within. This time, I know how to comfort myself.

The ear that gets the cochlear implant has been dead to sound for almost a year. Surgical risk is minimal. Implanted people assure me their lives have been vastly improved. I don’t risk losing the barely correctable hearing in my R ear.  I’ve struggled with hearing loss for years and hoped for help. The implant receivers won’t be turned on until mid-March to make sure I’m completely healed. The transition will be slow. I’ll be OK.

“I’m scared,” my little one says. “I’m really scared.” She doesn’t understand OK.

I remember what the poet Robert Bly taught about supporting his scared inner child. He said he tried to ignore the fear and scold himself into silence, but it didn’t work. So he surrendered and let the little one lives in his imagination. He talked to him. Bly imagined the little guy on his knee and comforted that nagging irrational little kid’s fear.

I did this when my husband was dying and again when my brother was dying. Again when I had Meniere’s Disease “drop attacks” six years ago and feared I’d need assisted living.

This time, I’ve had practice and have two loving sons to help. This time, a friend already offered to stay at my home if I need her and another friend will watch my dog. This time, I know what to do.

“You’re OK,” I’ll tell the scared little one. “I hear you and hold you close. I won’t scold or ignore you. I hear you. I love you. It’s OK to be scared.”

Life offers many chances to comfort or reject our wounded selves. I’ll imagine my little one in my arms with patches over her eyes and a big bandage over her left ear.

“You’re OK,” I’ll say. “We’re both OK.”

“I believe you,” she’ll say pushing her little body against my pounding heart.

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What do you do with irrational anxiety or fears Do you try to ignore it or do you let it in so you can comfort yourself? Thanks to my Facebook friend Judy Cohen who has two cochlear implants and told me I could ask her any questions. She’s spent hours reassuring and teaching me. Thanks to Lori Yelensky who offered to spend the night after surgery and bring along her sweet dog. For another post about hearing loss, read My Friend Meniere: Standing Up to Disability. For another piece about my sweet Dad, you’ll enjoy Say Yes and Leave Your List at Home.

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There is a desert on the moon where the dreamer sinks so deeply into the ground that she reaches hell.

by Searching The Meaning Of Life (STMOL) https://searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com/

I had once got a book in the hands about the psychology of Zorn (Wrath, Rage, Anger) it was a very interesting description of how this feeling can cause good outcome as a man normally expects. here is again a wonderful read by  SearchingTheMeaningOfLife with thanks.

Those who are angered are a powerful source of wisdom, as they bring to light our weak points and become a mirror to which we look.

Aristophanes said that “wise people learn many of their enemies.”

A teacher can teach us the importance of patience, control and tolerance. But all these abilities are not able to practice them, except in real life, when we meet the “enemy”.

In martial arts, we learn that the opponent’s attack can be used to our advantage when we know how to channel its momentum, at the right time, in the right direction.

The enemy forces us to act here and now and to get out of our comfort that will eventually make us soft. It forces us to bring to the surface the best as well as our worst self and to transform knowledge into wisdom through experience.

When we manage to see our reactions distant and humorous, then we will discover that in every conflict there is a great lesson about our qualities and our weaknesses.

Exclusive harmonious relationships create an apathy that can paralyze us as we do not feel the need to look for new things, nor do we have to reconsider our beliefs.

We are always on the same path. For our mental and emotional development, we need to confront, react, test ourselves, change our perspective, feel pain. In other words, to learn.

As in the martial arts, so in life, in order to achieve it, one needs to motivate us.

It is the place and the contrast that they create in conflict with tomorrow’s composition.

«Πόλεμος πάντων πατήρ εστί» έγραψε ο Εφέσιος σκοτεινός φιλόσοφος Ηράκλειτος.                                                                                                              “The War of All Fathers” is written by Ephesios the dark philosopher Heraclitus.”‘

Let us take part with all our might, without clinging to our little “ego”, to what will take us “out of ourselves”, it will make us angry, lose our concentration and risk losing the battle. It is not what the “teacher” taught us anyway.

When things around us are not ideal, when we accept attacks, when we are not satisfied with our lives, this adversity, this negative force that affects our stability and acts as an enemy, must be used as a driving force and a push for change.

Every conflict eventually reveals what does not go well within us and allows us to keep the spark of our creativity on. Without anyone or something to challenge us, this spark would be turned off.

That is why, by looking at the situation more deeply, we should probably blame our enemies, for thanks to them we can change and climb another step in the path of our personal fulfillment.

Source: nekthl.blogspot.gr  healingeffect.gr  (we read it: http://www.awakengr.com)