I love you. Thank you.
Some time last month, I was listening to a new spiritual podcast, and the speaker said that we can all heal ourselves and each other by stating, "I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you." Apparently, this series of four short statements healed all the patients of a psychiatric facility, simply by being uttered by a doctor while he was looking at the patient files. I was intrigued. So I googled the phrase and discovered it comes from a Hawaiian spiritual ritual called ho'oponopono .* I found a blogpost that described this "cleaning" process. I found an online article claiming that you can heal the whole planet with ho'oponopono because everything that comes into your sphere of experience is your responsibility.** I searched Amazon for books describing ho'oponopono. I bought Mable Katz 's book "The Easiest Way" .*** And her title may not be an exaggeration. After reading her short book, I have replaced my usual rit...
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Hmm, I want one too.;))
Dates? Meh. Too sweet for me. :)
I never got a taste for them, my main complaint was "why are those things wrapped in clingfilm?"
Don't think they're sold here, but I'll have to look again after your photo!
Gal Friday, if you get the chance, do try fresh. They are moister, softer and milder in taste than dried.
Anon, those cookies sound tasty!
Tom, one of the pleasures of the fresh dates is that they are sold loose weight: I get to pick each one myself with a plastic tong. :-)
Protege, thank you so much for the "Premios Dardo Award"! I'm touched!