Wellbeing

Wellbeing has an inner smile. What makes you smile?  Each of us is different but we all need to smile!  So, why not share the secret to your inner smile.

5 thoughts on “Wellbeing”

  1. Good food does it for me!

    CASHEW NUT STIR FRY

    Serves 2-4

    1/4 lb white mushrooms
    1 small head cauliflower
    1 leek or onion
    2 summer squash
    1 small yam
    1 handful green beans
    Chop all the vegetables into small pieces. then put them in skillet with about 1/4 inch water. Cover and steam until vegetables are tender. Drain off any remaining water into a bowl. Add 1 Tablespoon of arrowroot or corn­starch and stir until dissolved. Pour this back into vegetables and heat briefly until liquid thickens.

    Stir in 1/2-3/4 ounce of cashew nuts and 1/2 teaspoon of toasted sesame oil. Garnish with toasted sesame seeds.

  2. Standing on top of a mountain, on a clear day always does it for me! It’s a fine reward for the effort of the walk, during which I drift in and out of reverie………….. a Zen experience if ever there was one.

  3. NOTHING EXISTS

    Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen visited one master after another. He called upon Dukuon of Shokuku.

    Desiring to show his level of attainment, he said “The Mind, Buddha and sentient beings do not exist, the true nature of phenomena is emptiness, there is no realisation, no delusion, no sage and no mediocrity, there is no giving and nothing to be received”.

    Dukuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.
    “If nothing exists”, enquired Dukuon, “where did this anger come from?”

  4. I DOUBLE DARE YOU!

    Take two minutes to read through this and I promise it will cheer you up
    (bits of it have been known to make some grown-ups misty-eyed!)…….

    Close your eyes and go back in time….
    Before the Internet or the Apple Mac.
    Before semi-automatics, joy riders and crack….
    Before SEGA or Super Nintendo…
    Way back……..
    I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park.
    The corner shop.
    Hopscotch.
    Butterscotch.
    Skipping.
    Handstands.
    Football with an old can.
    Fingerbobs.
    Beano, Twinkle.
    Roly Poly.
    Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
    The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
    Bazooka Joe bubble gum.
    An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune: Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball
    Wait……
    Watching Saturday morning cartoons….short commercials, The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and staying up for Star Trek.
    When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed
    like going somewhere.
    Earwigs, wasps and bee stings.
    Sticky fingers.
    Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro.
    Climbing trees.
    Building igloos out of snow banks.
    Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
    Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
    Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
    Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
    Being tired from playing….remember that?
    The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
    Water balloons were the ultimate weapon
    Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
    Choppers and Grifters

    I’m not finished just yet…..

    Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.
    Remember when…
    There were two types of trainers – girls and boys, and Dunlop Green
    Flash – and the only time you wore them at school was for P.E.
    You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents.
    It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends.
    You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.
    When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
    When 25p was decent pocket money
    When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
    When nearly everyone’s mum was at home when the kids got there.
    It was magic when dad would “remove” his thumb.
    When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
    When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
    When being sent to the head’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
    Didn’t that feel good?
    Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
    Remember when….
    Decisions were made by going ” Ip Dip Dog Ship .” (yeah I know)
    “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
    Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in “Monopoly”.
    The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
    And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
    It was unbelievable that British Bulldog wasn’t an Olympic event.
    Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
    Nobody was prettier than Mum.
    Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
    Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
    Ice cream was considered a basic food group
    Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true
    Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors
    If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
    Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their “grown-up” life…
    I DOUBLE-DARE YOU

  5. MUDDY ROAD

    Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling.
    Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.

    “Come on girl”, said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms he carried her over the mud.
    Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he could restrain himself no longer.

    “We monks do not go near females”, he told Tanzan, “especially not young and beautiful ones, it is dangerous. Why did you do that?”

    “I left the girl there”, said Tanzan, “are you still carrying her?”

    We all carry too much baggage around………………. It’s always time to let go.

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