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New Years Intentions! December 31, 2015

Happy New Years everyone!!  And being that it’s new years eve I’ve been thinking a lot about New Years resolutions.  We hear a lot about making New Years resolutions…. which, so many do not keep (as she smiles sheepishly).  What if we changed them to intentions? Like: My intention is to be more compassionate or My intention is to be more aware of what I put into my mouth…  So this got me thinking… What is the difference between a resolution and an intuition… Well the definitions are:

resolution: (noun) 1. a firm decision to do or not to do something 

intention is: (noun) 1. a thing intended; an aim or plan. (and intend: 1. have (a course of action) as one’s purpose or objective) 

OK… so the difference is that a resolution is a definitive decision and an intention is an objective for change…. To me the intention is a kinder plan for forward movement and the resolution doesn’t allow for life to happen. An intention is a plan to create change.  It sounds as if  I’m saying an intention lets you off the hook, but it doesn’t.  If you intend to do something you still can be held accountable by yourself, friends or a Life coach.  When resolutions are made and then dropped by February we feel a bit like we failed… So how can you create an intention that is kind and loving towards yourself and the world around you? Do you want to be more compassionate, loving, aware of your time, aware of what you put into your mouth?  What…

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What is your intention going into the new year?  What new awareness will you bring into your daily life that you hadn’t done before?  What are you willing to do to keep your forward movement?

 

Happy Happy New Years!  Talk to you next year!  (that never gets old for me 🙂 )

Lot of Love!

~SHC

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Twas the Night Before Christmas… December 24, 2015

Time for my yearly blogging holiday tradition… “Twas the Night Before Christmas”.  So enjoy and squeeze your loved ones a little closer this Holiday! I know I will!

Happy Holidays!

Lots of love!

~Sarah

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

 
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