Slow your life

We all live in a very connected world. Email, Facebook, Twitter and so on challenge the way we once communicated. The simply things in life, like writing a letter, having a chat, going for a long slow walk and just taking everything in. These are often lost in our daily rush to do things more quickly. The email I received tells about a culture of a company, perhaps even the whole country. We should really give a good hard look at our lives and slow things down and experience life. I found the email telling of what we don’t do. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did reading it. – Ronald
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It’s been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It’s a rule.
Globalized processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to possess a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results.

1. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.

2. Stockholm has 500,000 people.

3. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, are some of its renowned companies. Volvo even supplies NASA.

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their cars to work).

The first day, I didn’t say anything, neither the second or third days. One morning I asked him, “Do you have a fixed parking space? I’ve noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the nearer lots.” To which he replied, “Since we’re here early we’ll have time to walk, don’t you think that whoever gets in late will need a place closer to the door?”

Imagine my face!

Nowadays, there’s a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart, Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle.

Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week. Basically, the movement questions the sense of “hurry” and “craziness” generated by globalization, fuelled by the desire of “having in quantity” (life status) versus “having with quality”, “life quality” or the “quality of being”.

French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British.

Germans have established 28.8 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity driven up by 20%..

This slow attitude has come to the notice of USA , the pupils of the fast and “do it now” brigade.

This no-rush attitude doesn’t represent doing less or having a lower productivity.

It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress.

It means re-establishing family values, friends, free and leisure time.. taking the “now”, present and concrete, versus the “global”, undefined and anonymous.

It means taking humans’ essential values, the simplicity of living.

It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive work place where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do.

It’s time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence.

In the movie, ‘Scent of a Woman’, there’s a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, “I can’t, my boyfriend will be here any minute now”. To which Al Pacino responds, “A life is lived in an instant”. Then they dance the tango!

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious to live for the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists.

We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”.

Congratulations for reading this email till the end of this message…. there are many who would have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this “Globalized” world!

How to Dance in the Rain

Just had to share this message. We often literally live our lives without a thought or care in the world. I got this in an email from a friend. The mesage is well, beautiful.

Enjoy
Mossyy

What a beautiful message!

How to Dance in the Rain

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat
breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.

He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about.
I just did.

‘Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.

NOW

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that is why they call it the present. Live your life in the now, not in the past, nor worry about what the future holds. You can’t control it anyway and it usually turns out to be quite different form what you expected it to be. Live in the now means taking time out from the hustle and bustle of everyday living. Live in the now means stopping all that you do and taking a deep breath. Sensing the air around you, feeling the sun on your face. Listening to the birds fly through the air. Smelling the flowers, the aroma of life as it goes on all the time around you matter what you continue to do. Feel the wonder of nature in all it’s goodness, in all it’s greatness, in all it’s wonder. Feel your life.

Saint of the day

3rd Week of Lent -Today

Other saints: St Katharine Drexel (1858 – 1955)

She was born in Philadephia to a rich banking family. In 1889, at the age of 33, she founded the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, dedicated to mission work among Indians and black people. (A survey of the situation in the United States at this time described “250,000 Indians neglected, if not practically abandoned, and over nine million of negroes still struggling through the aftermath of slavery”). She spent her entire life and her entire fortune to this work, opening schools, founding a university, and funding many chapels, convents and monasteries. She died on 3 March 1955, by which time there were more than 500 Sisters teaching in 63 schools throughout the United States.

Love is Unconditional

Souls live to love. As humans we are drawn by the fact that we need to go through life loving and caring for something or someone. But what does it mean to love someone or something.

To me it means that you have to give of yourself unconditionally and without expecting to get something in return. It’s easy to love something in animate as the objects or objects of your desire and that you care for cannot feel or be hurt by that love. As humans however we are sensitive to those around us and must often act and behave in ways that is beyond what we are comfortable with.

But there is a limit as to how far we will go. Often too we do not or will not see the hurt that is caused but conditional love. We take it for granted that something is expected in return for showing care or love to someone. It is when expect something in return that we trully hurt someone. What is worse is to pretend to love.

Love and love unconditionally without ever expecting to be loved back. That is true love

Mossyy

Butter vs Margarine

This is interesting . .. …


Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback, so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product, to get their money back.

It was a white substance with no food appeal, so they added the yellow colouring and sold it to people to use in place of butter. How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavourings..

DO YOU KNOW.. The difference between margarine and butter?


Read on to the end…gets very interesting!


Both have the same amount of calories.


Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams; compared to 5 grams for margarine.


Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study.


Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods.


Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few and only because they are added!


Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavours of other foods.


Butter has been around for centuries, where margarine has been around for less than 100 years .


And now, for Margarine..


Very High in Trans fatty acids.


Triples risk of coronary heart disease .
Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol)


Increases the risk of cancers up to five times..


Lowers quality of breast milk.


Decreases immune response.


Decreases insulin response.


And here’s the most disturbing fact…. HERE IS THE PART THAT IS VERY INTERESTING!


Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC… and shares 27 ingredients with PAINT.


These facts alone were enough to have me avoiding margarine for life and anything else that is hydrogenated (this means hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance).


You can try this yourself:


Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it open in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will notice a couple of things:


* no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something)


* it does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value ; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny weeny microorganisms will not a find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic . Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?


Share This With Your Friends…..(If you want to butter them up’)!

Chinese Proverb: When someone shares something of value with you and you benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others.
Pass the BUTTER…… PLEASE

A blog is a blog is a blog

I blog therefore I am, but If I blog what is on my mind I will surely free the clutter that is going on up there. However I blog gibberish then nothing will be freed from my mind. It is important that you say without hurting intent what you mean and mean what you say as there will forever be someone that will try to bring what you believe in too ruin. only because they feel a need to. These people are never happy and always discontented with what they have in their life and believe, yes believe strongly that the world owes them something. I try to never expect anything from giving. But I too am human and will makes mistakes. I accept that I make mistakes, for it is in those mistakes that I learn and build myself into a better person. But I always believe in me and what I can do. And what I can’t.

Life in the 40’s to the 70’s

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1940’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s !


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos..

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because……

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY,
no video/dvd films,
no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms…………WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time…


We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,


We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on

MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully’salways ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like ‘Kiora’ and ‘Blade’ and ‘Ridge’ and ‘Vanilla’

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO

DEAL WITH IT ALL!


And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!

Life

Anna Quindlen
This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD.

Most brilliant, to get all of us thinking….

“I’m a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter’s night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you’ve received your test results and they’re not so good.

Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.

You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here’s what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you’d care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted.. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids’ eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live. I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby’s ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.

Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived”

Don’t Worry Be Happy

Silence

We live in a world full of sound and with every waking moment we are bombarded with noise. Even softly playing music in the background we are hearing much more than we did when we were younger. It has become increasing difficult to find a quiet moment even at home. At work we find and listen to all sorts of sound even the ones we do not pay attention to. I travel  to work in a car and turn on the radio. I listen to the sound of the engine subconsciously as I want to know deep in the back of my mind if the car is running ok.

As I park the car there is the sound of the tyres on the pavement. The sound of the door opening. As I swipe my security card a swoosh then the door opens. The rustle on the carpet. The light switch and the press of the button as I turn on the computer. As windows boots up it plays the Microsoft jingle. Well not quite but it’s almost the sound of money in a Microsoft register. Sound is everywhere. At home there is the sound of the dryer and washing machine. I turn on the radio as I feel that it is too quiet. Imagine that too quite as I am the only one at home. But when do I have a moment to myself just sitting, thinking letting the mind go free and wander. When I was younger, that seems like an ages ago. I would be able to sit with a group of friends and literally the mind wander. There was no time or space. Then they would say , Ronald, Ronald and I would awake from my slumber of mind wandering. I would love to find that space and time again. But it seems so hard. Why ! oh Why so hard..because sound is everywhere. My mind cannot seem to find rest. My mind wanders what the next thought is going to be, it monitors all the sound around me..and feedback to my senses that I have to do this and do that. Write this and write that..What have I become..

Find your quiet moment, find your soul and let it wander about the wonders of the world and its creation.