A personal legend is the path we decide to take that fills our heart with enthusiasm. It is the path of our dreams.
Last week this idea was given and so I would like for you to share your Personal Legend with us.
Love,
Paulo
A personal legend is the path we decide to take that fills our heart with enthusiasm. It is the path of our dreams.
Last week this idea was given and so I would like for you to share your Personal Legend with us.
Love,
Paulo
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Styled with arrariv
My Personal legend is
NEVER
to forget
all those wonderful
and LOVING people of (British) GUYANA.
I thank you for letting me feel
more at home in GUYANA
than any time and anywher else before.
Yours, forever
Linda from Germany
One can stand up and start walking towards his personal legend anytime in his life. But what about the one who considered his life useless?…. Where does that thought comes from?
My journey started after reading the Alchemist.
I was a a child who wanted to study but couldn’t afford it. I was a girl who wanted to dress the best but didn’t had the opportunity. I was a friend who needed people to befriend but was alone. I was a Princess who dreamed for a prince but he never even showed a sign of existence.
I was put to test by life. I was to act more than my age so that i can teach children and earn for my family. And i am proud to say that i proved a good actor. I was never inquired of my age’s authenticity so i was never in need to lie except for once when i wrote on the employment form that i was 21 when i was actually 16.
I was a teacher to the children of my age and they had no idea about it and that’s exactly what i wanted the case to be to carry on earning.
Life wanted to test me further for my strength. The bird who never knew how to fly was left alone on the nest on the highest of the trees. The only option that i had was to try and fly. There was another option too, to fall down and die but i wasn’t provided that.
I took flight with alot of concerns. I was scared of unseen storms and harsh winds that were to come.
Wow Sadaf !! you are a legend in story telling..a great storyteller unknown to all..
Love
Bibek Khatiwara
Spent the afternoon in a town nearby; got a tachyon treatment, then wandered (all who wander are not lost, you know) about the historic town. Had lunch at the local organic market. Explored the galleries and shops. Shop owners getting me water and inviting me to sit for awhile. Near the end of the day, enroute to my car, my inner child (as evidenced by my white teddy bear) and I stopped in at a chocolatier for a divine, previously chosen square with a pecan half, orange slice and two other such toppers; this to enjoy with the remainder of my coffee I’d purchased ‘for the road’. The young lady was assisting another young lady near her age, and I thought to myself ‘this is the new world. I am the old school/generation. I am exiting; they are coming in’. These were my thoughts as I observed their friendly amiable exchange. As I ordered, I asked the attendant if she’d ever heard of tachyon, I explained what it was to her and said I was feeling very tired and was there a bread and breakfast in town. Perhaps it’d be best if I just stayed over; the cat would survive until the next am. She said she did not know, and I commented that maybe the reason I was so tired was that I’d just finished a major accomplishment when Obama was elected. She sucked in her breath and said that there were so many people who were saying the same thing! I said ‘really? Maybe it isn’t just me feeling this way?’. As we continued to talk, she asked if she might come and sit with me as I had my chocolate and coffee, and so she did. When a customer would come in, she’d leave and attend to them, then return to sit and we talked. No, we shared, and brain stormed. It quickly became apparent that she and her boyfriend and many others the same age were also exhausted and scared-to the point of seeing no future. She said ‘we are so very happy Obama is in office, but……?’ We don’t know exactly what that means. To us. I immediately sensed that the way I’d been feeling was NOT just me. I’m older. Feeling like where’s the job; where’s the place for me. Can’t believe I am not able to find work-this has never happened to me before, and I’m an Alchemist fan. I know about following your heart and how to pay attention and how to pick your way through and around tough and sticky situations. What I cognited on was that perhaps what I was feeling was a universal exhaustion and fear, not just my own. How compassionate I felt. Here I was, silo’d in my own little world, walking it off, and all around me were others doing the same. Suddenly I saw it-these young folks parents are in this, they are in this, we are all in this, and none of us know what any of it means. We agreed that it was like post partum depression. We’ve had a baby! All the trying to have the baby; wondering if we WOULD have that baby, and now we have the baby; and we’re first time parents. We’ve never been here before. Now imagine that instead of knowing we are going to have a baby, we’ve put our appliation in, but we aren’t sure if in nine months the baby will materialize. We do know who it will be IF it materializes, but we aren’t sure we’ll get our baby. So we don’t make a nursery, we don’t plan. After all, what if it doesn’t come? Who knows how things will be then anyway. Etc. So then the baby is here, and after so much invitro, for so long. Such an expensive process in terms of resources, etc. Once the baby is here, we are ALL mothers, and we are ALL in post-delivery, recouperating. We’re proud of our new baby, but we don’t know yet his impact on our world. So we watch him constantly, as all new parents do. We are vigilant. We want to be responsive to what we desired so deeply and desperately and for so long. Now he is here, can we believe it? Can we comprehend it? Have we lost our senses? Can we recover? What does it mean to recover? Recover what? It began to dawn on us that the role of the old school, for these younger, new school parents might be to step aside a bit. Stop competing with them for the jobs. Instead become a support system for the next wave. Encourage, allow, facilitate the gatherings of these groups of younger people who can come together to tell each other about they are feeling; how utterly desparate and yes, still hopeless it still feels. To the point of suicide she told me. What if the old school set these things up, but were absent the gatherings; letting the younger ones take the lid off and vent, share, brainstorm; confessing their deepest, darkest to each other. Then, allowing the perculator to generate the what-ifs. What if we had old schoolers who could show us the edge? The ‘wroughts’ to date. Here you are, here’s what we are handing off to you. You look at it. What’s here that you might want to carry forward? Each strand or thread has a history which I can tell you about. A pity that successive generations have to figure it all still again. Key is to allow a discovery process unbiased by the presence of the old schoolers, but with their accessibility. There IS a need for the older generation. Given this kind of opportunity, the old schoolers, like myself, can stop their incessant worry about retirement accounts, old folks’ homes and/or golf courxes. Focus on the handing off. Our younger folks are really in a spot. They really need our help. Hope. The idea is there, but it is vague. What is hope. What does hope mean, apply to me, my life? I don’t see it. So a dream or personal legacy (operative word here, literally, is legacy) of many of us can be to support the next generation by holding the hands and their hearts and assuring them that, just as we created our lives, so can they, and we hold a lot that they can use. And we are here to give them that support and knowledge from a position of access. Our media doesn’t address this. Our bookstore shelves contain the same authors saying the same things. Even Oprah is doing feel good stuff (she’s entitled!). What is needed is a forum for these discussions. Our colleges could be responsive. A broader independent scholar program? Customized for the needs of a new paradigm. The institutions have to open up, become more flexible; allow the younger generation to input their needs. It is THEIR world. They are EAGER chomping at the bit to build it. WE have to take the lead in opening up the doors to/for them. They cannot do it themselves by themselves. And they know that Obama can’t do all of this for them either. He is President and will be doing presidential things. We as a whole society have to expand out from him, in layers and waves and pick up our piece and spread this quilt out across the whole of our Country; connecting generation to generation; town to town; family to family; friend to friend. If we don’t do this, soon the window of opportunity will close, the people who are tired will quit, and things will go on the same as always. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Personal legend is about making one’s mark; being the visionary; creating space for the vision; many, many have vision; not just a few. Can you imagine how brightly we would shine if everyone’s vision was turned on? WOW! Blinding, isn’t it? “Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls”
-Robert F. Kennedy
Love can build this bridge; don’t you think it’s time?
Jill and dad
I am emailing this from a hotel in a city about eighty miles from where I live; I’m here to place a job application. Talked with my old boss yesterday; he might be able to use me during their restructuring. I look successful. I have been. I have carried in my bosom the real me, under wraps, as I dealt with a domestic situation – running from someone. Along the way, I sang in the car, in the shower; in my Soul, the vision never died. Now, at the conclusion of something major overcome, to get my life back, so I could do with it as I wished, other unexpected barriers, barricades to my dreams have materialized. The other was something someone was doing to me, which I had to deal with. This, though, I cannot affix the blame. Is my dream to sing, or have I completed my dream by overcoming something major whilst also ‘helping’ to bring the new possibilities about? Perhaps I should just leave now and grant my dream to my granddaughter who is incredibly talented. Is it possible to help more/better from the other side? I’m open and willing to do, be whatever/wherever I need do/be it. But the passion is so real, my Heart overflows as I write. These kinds of dreams don’t ever die. If not within me, then in someone else who can ‘pull it down’. Maybe it is enough that I am a muse.
Lots of Light and Love,
Sandy
My personal legend is unfolding. I left my work of 20 years and even though I was worried about the lack of money, I decided to get into a creative field and now I feel at peace, happy and even though I don’t have a set income, somehow everything works itself out and I’m able to pay my bills.
My next goal and something I can feel becoming impatient inside of me is how to help others in some way, even if in a small way. I’ve been looking at volunteer work through church but I’m a terribly shy person – I’m hoping something will click and I’ll now that is what I’m meant to do.
Other than that, my personal legend is to be there for those I love.
Kathleen xxoo
It is still unsettling and unnerving to have weak moments… insecurities, doubts, moments of indecision n anxieties….it is still difficult to accept the darker side of myself…it still takes lot of courage to take risks…there is always this impulse to play it safe, to think in the same old patterns, to control or invalidate my emotions… there is always this nagging fear of making mistakes……it is difficult to preserve the flame of my faith , my enthusiasm, my smile…So, this is my personal legend…to accept life as it comes with all its beauty n especially its ugliness and live life with all enthusiasm and with faith. complete and total faith…on myself, on love and on the Universe
Should we write a comment or should we send it to an email adress of yours?
I´m a little confused ;-)
Anyway a short review on my personal legend is that I´m going through the dark forest to find my diamond.
Take the road less travelled, with an arrow and a compass to help me.
In meditation I have recieved theese signs and also a puma is going beside me.
But I feel very alone right now in search of my diamond, and I try to find other people so we can travel together.
We need other people so we can help each other through the dark forest ;-)
Much love from Jessica
Maravillosas palabras, como era de esperar. Gracias por compartirlas.
Saludos maestro,
Ylka.
Dear Paulo,
I am looking for some answers.
I am not too sure what my “personal legend” is.
Can you help me please?
I know I have to do something small to start with.
I believe it lies within the humanitarian side.
I will be grateful if I can discuss this with you please, is it possible?
Thank you.
Love
Marie-Christine
souvent la réponse est dans son coeur ….
et sur le chemin tu trouveras…
comme dit St Benoît ” écoute ton coeur …”
s’asseoir sur le bord du chemin pour réfléchir est déjà un point important: réflexion tu as , solution tu trouveras …
My path are calling me back, in a point I interrupted my journey. I just took part at some festivities in my church, I mean my because I was baptized in that faith. But my parents were of two different religions , and even if I dont like to accuse, I lack religious education. They, father and mother, were one Orthodox, one Calvinist . I was in church few times, during childhood, sometimes as some game, with my school mates.Than, my parents decided to go to Catholic church. My brothers to Orthodox. Only me and one brother stood in our first faith. So I was only available for being God Mother to his two kids. That was a sort of return, and now , as I was these days there,in church, I had a really nice feeling. The priest was a very good speaker, his words went directly to my heart. The faces of the people in that church, each one showed deep faith…I felt as returning home, a home with real parents, they are my kinfolk. I must mention that in my city, country, that is not a very popular religion, is of a minority. But the way they want to preserve it, is so touching. As a curiosity, the revolution that changed course of the history in my country started from the arrest of a priest, who was speaking yesterday in that church. Like seeing pieces of history next to me.