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Learning about the amygdala and anxiety

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Learning about multitasking

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I'm learning about multitasking.

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I'm of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old. I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape having ill health. I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death. All that is dear to me and everything I have and everything I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape from losing them. My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand.

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"This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness."

Mary Oliver

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Five from The Mercadantes on Vimeo.

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Audio on vulnerability, Brene Brown

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All about the amygdala in people who are happy.

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Visualizing painters' lives series from accurat on Vimeo.

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Madison Park

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"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye." Bob Perks

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I remember one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the back of a tree just as a butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited awhile, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. The case opened; the butterfly started slowly crawling out, and I shall never forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled; the wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath, in vain. It needed to be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings should be a gradual process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to appear all crumpled, before its time. It struggled desperately and, a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand. That little body is, I do believe, the greatest weight I have on my conscience. For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the external rhythm. From Zorba the Greek