https://www.dropbox.com/s/g8222oik6x31zu4/10%20Same%20Old%20Story.m4a?dl=0
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​By being attentive, by learning to listen (or recovering the natural 
capacity to listen which cannot be learned any more than breathing), 
we can find ourself engulfed in such happiness that it cannot be 
explained; the happiness of being at one with everything in that 
hidden ground of Love for which there can be no explanations. 


Thomas Merton
Thomas Merton: Essential Writings 

​​Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the
children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the
long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or
nothing.
-Helen Keller

The Power of Mindfulness

https://www.dropbox.com/s/z6dmwaoaxcpiv1a/The%20Power%20of%20Mindfulness.pdf?dl=0
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The Ugly Duckling
​https://www.dropbox.com/s/qqdbet1ogsqkq35/A%20The%20Ugly%20Duckling.MP3?dl=0​

​The Psychology of Self Criticism
https://www.dropbox.com/s/8e9o25xtn27ui2r/B%20Psychology%20of%20Self%20Criticism.MP3?dl=0


Self Hatred Exercise
https://www.dropbox.com/s/mrjau8kn4dj4p5g/C%20Self%20Criticism%20Exercise.MP3?dl=0

Fred LaMotte
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My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
 
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.