Re: Nourishment for the heart

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Francisco I believe so many of us stopped enjoying the beauty, with our unhappy, unhealthy self. We had to much of us to worry about, and trying to please every one else since we didn't like who we became. Being heavy I know I gave up my boundaries, self esteem, I let my husband be co-dependent to me where I did every thing for him and thought I should because of his mental illness (depression and anxiety) and I even took his anger when it really wasn't even about me. I've learned so much since this surgery a lot from all the special classes he has taken, some from classes and counseling we've taken together, from his mental doctors and psych. doctors. I am even going to see a psych. doctor to make sure I'm doing all I can to make this life right and fair for me to make WLS work forever. So when we can accept that we are beautiful, deserving people who has needs and wants, we then can see the beauty around us and enjoy it and life to

it's fullest. Thanks always for you words. Take care. Donnamanisodream wrote: Hello everyone:I know I keep bringing this up, but I'm hopeful that we all can use this technique to help us fill that void with love/joy/happiness instead of food.This morning at work, I took my usual break, and now, instead of sitting in the break room or at my desk, I walked out of the office for some fresh air and sun.As I was walking down a gently sloping hill, I was thinking how wonderful the morning was. I felt a prayer without words, feeling the presence of God with me. The sun was shining through a small grouping of three eucalyptus trees. There was a gentle breeze that carried that wonderful fragrance from the trees, and it seemed to pass

right through me, cleansing me as I took deep, calming breaths.I walked down the slope toward the water, which was replete with ripples made by ducks happily feeding and preening. The tranquility was complete. And God was with me. Then for some reason I turned around, perhaps to face the breeze or look toward the trees, and I was taken aback by such beauty my heart could hardly contain it. The whole slope, draped in green, dewy grass contained a surprise—hundreds of little white daisy-like flowers. Each little flower had bright white petals and happy little yellow faces.There was a hazy cloud of moisture swirling around the trees that caused the light to beam though as if it were passing through the stained glass windows of a gothic cathedral. And the beams of light illuminated the dews drops on each little flower making sparkles and flickers all around. God was with me.I

noticed the flowers were part of a patch of three-leaf clover and walked toward it thinking I could perhaps find a four-leafed one. Looking down, I saw that each clover leaf had a marking. I crouched down to see what the marking was. Smiling wonderment entered my soul when I found that the marking was in the shape of a heart. And as I looked around, my heart filled with the joy of my childhood innocence, like when you discover something beautiful for the first time. And like a child, I let out a laugh as my scope of vision widened and then widened again until I could see that I was surrounded by what must have been hundreds of thousands of little hearts.I felt God there with me. I felt God's love enter my heart again.What does this have to do with my recovery from morbid obesity? Nothing. And everything. This spiritual connection with the Universe, the Divine, the

Cosmos wasn't possible when I was closed to it. In order to be healed, I had to let that unconditional love enter my being. So this little gift nourished my soul, and as a result, I don't need to fill that "void" with food that will make me sick.Last Sunday, the Senior Minister, Rev. Dr. Penny Nixon, of my church spoke of a paradox: The light is close to the wound. The blessing is contained within the suffering. When my surgeon created the wound that would save me from death by morbid obesity, he also let the light enter my being. And finally I opened my heart to let that light in. And now that brilliant light brightens my world, and I am willing and vulnerable enough to receive the gifts of beauty the God places before me everyday. But I can only be nourished by them if I take the time to notice, appreciate and absorb.As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "The light by which

we see in this world comes out from the soul of the observer." My soul has been illuminated by unconditional love, and the world will forever look different to me. How lucky am I to see such wonders.May each of you find your wonders too.Francisco Donna JordonDSJordon@...

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Donna:

Exactly! I agree with you 100%.

Thanks,

Francisco

> Hello everyone:

>

> I know I keep bringing this up, but I'm hopeful that we all can use

> this technique to help us fill that void with love/joy/happiness

> instead of food.

>

> This morning at work, I took my usual break, and now, instead of

> sitting in the break room or at my desk, I walked out of the office

> for some fresh air and sun.

>

> As I was walking down a gently sloping hill, I was thinking how

> wonderful the morning was. I felt a prayer without words, feeling

> the presence of God with me. The sun was shining through a small

> grouping of three eucalyptus trees. There was a gentle breeze that

> carried that wonderful fragrance from the trees, and it seemed to

> pass right through me, cleansing me as I took deep, calming breaths.

>

> I walked down the slope toward the water, which was replete with

> ripples made by ducks happily feeding and preening. The

tranquility

> was complete. And God was with me. Then for some reason I turned

> around, perhaps to face the breeze or look toward the trees, and I

> was taken aback by such beauty my heart could hardly contain it.

The

> whole slope, draped in green, dewy grass contained a surprise—

> hundreds of little white daisy-like flowers. Each little flower

had

> bright white petals and happy little yellow faces.

>

> There was a hazy cloud of moisture swirling around the trees that

> caused the light to beam though as if it were passing through the

> stained glass windows of a gothic cathedral. And the beams of

light

> illuminated the dews drops on each little flower making sparkles

and

> flickers all around. God was with me.

>

> I noticed the flowers were part of a patch of three-leaf clover and

> walked toward it thinking I could perhaps find a four-leafed one.

> Looking down, I saw that each clover leaf had a marking. I

crouched

> down to see what the marking was. Smiling wonderment entered my

soul

> when I found that the marking was in the shape of a heart. And as

I

> looked around, my heart filled with the joy of my childhood

> innocence, like when you discover something beautiful for the first

> time. And like a child, I let out a laugh as my scope of vision

> widened and then widened again until I could see that I was

> surrounded by what must have been hundreds of thousands of little

> hearts.

>

> I felt God there with me. I felt God's love enter my heart again.

>

> What does this have to do with my recovery from morbid obesity?

> Nothing. And everything. This spiritual connection with the

> Universe, the Divine, the Cosmos wasn't possible when I was closed

to

> it. In order to be healed, I had to let that unconditional love

> enter my being. So this little gift nourished my soul, and as a

> result, I don't need to fill that " void " with food that will make

me

> sick.

>

>

> Last Sunday, the Senior Minister, Rev. Dr. Penny Nixon, of my

church

> spoke of a paradox: The light is close to the wound. The blessing

> is contained within the suffering. When my surgeon created the

wound

> that would save me from death by morbid obesity, he also let the

> light enter my being. And finally I opened my heart to let that

> light in. And now that brilliant light brightens my world, and I

am

> willing and vulnerable enough to receive the gifts of beauty the

God

> places before me everyday. But I can only be nourished by them if

I

> take the time to notice, appreciate and absorb.

>

> As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, " The light by which we see in this

> world comes out from the soul of the observer. " My soul has been

> illuminated by unconditional love, and the world will forever look

> different to me. How lucky am I to see such wonders.

>

> May each of you find your wonders too.

>

> Francisco

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dang it Francisco

Made me cry again!! This was awesome and definitely in order for me

lately

Huggles

>

> Hello everyone:

>

> I know I keep bringing this up, but I'm hopeful that we all can use

> this technique to help us fill that void with love/joy/happiness

> instead of food.

>

> This morning at work, I took my usual break, and now, instead of

> sitting in the break room or at my desk, I walked out of the office

> for some fresh air and sun.

>

> As I was walking down a gently sloping hill, I was thinking how

> wonderful the morning was. I felt a prayer without words, feeling

> the presence of God with me. The sun was shining through a small

> grouping of three eucalyptus trees. There was a gentle breeze that

> carried that wonderful fragrance from the trees, and it seemed to

> pass right through me, cleansing me as I took deep, calming breaths.

>

> I walked down the slope toward the water, which was replete with

> ripples made by ducks happily feeding and preening. The

tranquility

> was complete. And God was with me. Then for some reason I turned

> around, perhaps to face the breeze or look toward the trees, and I

> was taken aback by such beauty my heart could hardly contain it.

The

> whole slope, draped in green, dewy grass contained a surprise—

> hundreds of little white daisy-like flowers. Each little flower

had

> bright white petals and happy little yellow faces.

>

> There was a hazy cloud of moisture swirling around the trees that

> caused the light to beam though as if it were passing through the

> stained glass windows of a gothic cathedral. And the beams of

light

> illuminated the dews drops on each little flower making sparkles

and

> flickers all around. God was with me.

>

> I noticed the flowers were part of a patch of three-leaf clover and

> walked toward it thinking I could perhaps find a four-leafed one.

> Looking down, I saw that each clover leaf had a marking. I

crouched

> down to see what the marking was. Smiling wonderment entered my

soul

> when I found that the marking was in the shape of a heart. And as

I

> looked around, my heart filled with the joy of my childhood

> innocence, like when you discover something beautiful for the first

> time. And like a child, I let out a laugh as my scope of vision

> widened and then widened again until I could see that I was

> surrounded by what must have been hundreds of thousands of little

> hearts.

>

> I felt God there with me. I felt God's love enter my heart again.

>

> What does this have to do with my recovery from morbid obesity?

> Nothing. And everything. This spiritual connection with the

> Universe, the Divine, the Cosmos wasn't possible when I was closed

to

> it. In order to be healed, I had to let that unconditional love

> enter my being. So this little gift nourished my soul, and as a

> result, I don't need to fill that " void " with food that will make

me

> sick.

>

>

> Last Sunday, the Senior Minister, Rev. Dr. Penny Nixon, of my

church

> spoke of a paradox: The light is close to the wound. The blessing

> is contained within the suffering. When my surgeon created the

wound

> that would save me from death by morbid obesity, he also let the

> light enter my being. And finally I opened my heart to let that

> light in. And now that brilliant light brightens my world, and I

am

> willing and vulnerable enough to receive the gifts of beauty the

God

> places before me everyday. But I can only be nourished by them if

I

> take the time to notice, appreciate and absorb.

>

> As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, " The light by which we see in this

> world comes out from the soul of the observer. " My soul has been

> illuminated by unconditional love, and the world will forever look

> different to me. How lucky am I to see such wonders.

>

> May each of you find your wonders too.

>

> Francisco

>