Posts Tagged "work"

Friendship: Encouraging Growth

»Posted by on Mar 11, 2014 in encouraging growth | 0 comments

Friendship: Encouraging Growth

I would not say that Kahlil Gibran is my favorite poet; however, many of his poems, especially in The Prophet, resonate with me, encouraging growth. Recently, Kathy Brandon, my business coach posted a blog on marriage I wrote using words from Gibran’s work on her website, Ready for Happiness. Additionally, I have highlighted my favorite section of his writing from The Prophet on one of my own blogs regarding work. Today, I wanted to discuss friendship as I am experiencing a better understanding of that topic these days and feel the essence of the emotion he portrays in The Prophet: And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship. And he answered, saying: Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with...

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Understanding the Experiences of Life Through Work

»Posted by on Jan 8, 2014 in understanding the experiences of life | 2 comments

Understanding the Experiences of Life Through Work

…and all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love; and when you work with love, you bind yourself, and to one another and to God. And what is it to work with love?           It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.         It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit…     Work is love made visible. –Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet During the last twelve years, the house I built with affection was one residence, which has provided a backdrop for the many and varied...

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Understanding the Experiences of life Through Traveling

»Posted by on Dec 8, 2013 in understanding the experiences of life | 0 comments

Understanding the Experiences of life Through Traveling

Traveling began in our family because of an incident my mother experienced when she was working as a registered nurse at Corvallis Manor Nursing Home in Corvallis, Oregon. A professor who taught history at Oregon State University was admitted into a private room across from the main entrance. Being mentally alert, he would start screaming at the top of his lungs because of the pain he was in, and perhaps because of the confinement at having to remain bed fast the rest of his life. Finding his wife crying in the facility’s bathroom one evening, the head nurse inquired why she was upset. Explaining that they had waited until his retirement to fulfill a lifelong dream, she was leaving the next day for a six week safari to Africa, which he was in no condition to...

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