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Self Approval - Check

What a great way to start every day. A small reminder that no matter what - you're okay.

Photo contributed by Erin

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Yogi teabag quote of the day - "Oneness is achieved by recognizing your self."

When I read this it makes total sense to me, but I want to take it one step further.
To me, "Oneness is achieved by recognizing yourself IN OTHERS."

We gain so much comfort in life by recognizing little pieces of our own actions in the people around us. So to me this quote means not only recognizing yourself and being content enough to say, "I'm Okay", but also to recognize that the successes and failures of others are the successes and failures of our own selves. We are all human and share so much. We are not above anyone else's downfalls. We are not greater in our success than anyone around us. In moments, and in little ways - we overlap ad are all the same.


Anonymous said…
So true!
Many years ago I read a book called "I'm Okay, You're Okay." This plate and your reflections reminded me of it. I wonder if it is still in print???

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