Your Pot of Gold: Waiting for the Rainbow's End

Written by Steve Brunkhorst


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Your Pot of Gold: Waiting forrepparttar 123086 Rainbow's End

By Steve Brunkhorst http://AchieveEzine.com

An old story tells of a country pastor who had created a very beautiful garden. He had removedrepparttar 123087 old decaying trees and replaced them with healthy young saplings. He had dug granite stones fromrepparttar 123088 hillside and built steps and walkways throughoutrepparttar 123089 garden.

A clear stream ran throughrepparttar 123090 garden and supplied a sparkling pool. There were bright red roses, colorful flowering trees, and lovely fountains.

One day, a local farmer came by and stopped to marvel atrepparttar 123091 magnificent garden.

He said torepparttar 123092 pastor, "This is truly a beautiful garden that you and God have created! You must be very proud of it!"

"Thank you forrepparttar 123093 compliment!" repliedrepparttar 123094 pastor. "But it's taken a lot of time and effort. You should have seenrepparttar 123095 place when God had it all to Himself!

Patience Versus Waiting

Patience is necessary. Like a seed, every thought held in mind has its unique period of germination - sometimes years - before it will manifest.

People often wantrepparttar 123096 fruits of success, but they don't ever get around to planting its seeds. God works throughrepparttar 123097 actions of people. Our lives are a reflection of how we have usedrepparttar 123098 unique gifts and talentsrepparttar 123099 Creator gave us.

I'm reminded of a line by T.S. Eliot: "Here I am, an old man in a dry month, being read to by a boy, waiting for rain."

How many lives are wasted by waiting... waiting for a big break... for a spell of luck... forrepparttar 123100 perfect day... for an end to dry, unfulfilling routines...

...waiting without a plan or sense of purpose... waiting for tomorrow... waiting for a pot of gold atrepparttar 123101 rainbow's end?

Big Wave Mindfulness: Surfing For A Connection

Written by Maya Talisman Frost


Surfing is mindfulness in action. Ridingrepparttar biggest waves is an all-out, fully-present-or-die-trying proposition.

Thanks to a persistent case of aquaphobia, I've never tried surfing. However, I've done my share of snowboarding, and I am trying to imagine what it would be like to carverepparttar 123085 slopes with several tons of avalanche chasing me downrepparttar 123086 mountain. First of all, I would have to hike torepparttar 123087 top and wait to catchrepparttar 123088 biggest avalanche, getting pummeled by several inrepparttar 123089 process. Oh, and then try not to think too much aboutrepparttar 123090 abominable snowman poised to take a hunk out of my leg when I least expect it.

Yeah. I'm stoked.

I don't really "get" surfing, but I stand in awe of it. It's impossible to avoid acknowledgingrepparttar 123091 strength, timing, grace and heart-blazing courage required just to catch those enormous waves, let alone ride them smoothly without wiping out.

Whether or not you're into water, "Riding Giants" is a breathtaking film guaranteed to raise your pulse rate. Followingrepparttar 123092 rise of big wave surfing from its ragtag roots inrepparttar 123093 fifties torepparttar 123094 jet-ski boosted endorsement deals of today, "Riding Giants" offers a fascinating look at surf culture in all its guts and glory--not to mention its sun-bleached hair, wave- toned bodies, and plenty of pre-cancerous skin cells.

Although several world-class surfers are profiled,repparttar 123095 one I find most amazing is Jeff Clark, a 43-year-old native of Half Moon Bay, California who is credited with discovering Mavericks, a notoriously gnarly big wave mecca twenty miles south of San Francisco.

Clark spottedrepparttar 123096 monstrous waves fromrepparttar 123097 cliffs of Half Moon Bay as a teenager. One day, he decided to paddlerepparttar 123098 half-mile in chilly ocean water to check it out. Never mind that he was too far out for his worried friend--or anyone else--to save him. Forget that these waves would turn out to be so huge that, years later, seasoned pros from Waimea would find them jaw-dropping. Disregardrepparttar 123099 razor-sharp rocks waiting to chew up anyone unfortunate enough to be slammed torepparttar 123100 shore.

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