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Resilience for Life Newsletter
May 2013
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The Calmness Underneath...

There is a Tibetan saying: "When things are difficult, then let yourself be happy." Otherwise, if happiness is relying on others or the environment or your surroundings, it’s not possible. Like an ocean, the waves always go like that but underneath, it always remains calm. So we have the ability as well. On an intellectual level, we may see things as desperate, difficult. But underneath, at the emotional level, you can keep calm.
– Dalai Lama

Tips & Insights:

The Incredible Power of Contentment (Zen Habits)

22 Things Happy People Do Differently (Successify)

15 Things You Should Give Up to Be Happy (Purpose Fairy)

7 Tips to Cultivate Contentment (MindBodyGreen)

 
New on The Resilience Blog:

Cultivating Happiness

My father used to tell me, “You’re lucky; you’re one of the happy ones.” I never thought a lot about this, but, obviously, I never forgot it.

Could happiness actually be genetic? In her splendid book The How of Happiness, psychology professor Sonya Lyubomirsky shows that about half of it is. Interestingly, very little happiness – just 10% – comes from the things we think will make us happy: money, possessions, perfect health, social status and the like. The rest is determined by our behaviors, habits and, crucially, thought patterns.

In other words, we can shape those three with intentional action.

How can you raise your own
"happiness quotient"? Read on...

 

Image by wildphotons, via Flickr

Happiness

In the afternoon I watched
the she-bear; she was looking
for the secret bin of sweetness -
honey, that the bees store
in the trees’ soft caves.
Black block of gloom, she climbed down
tree after tree and shuffled on
through the woods. And then
she found it! The honey-house deep
as heartwood, and dipped into it
among the swarming bees - honey and comb
she lipped and tongued and scooped out
in her black nails, until

maybe she grew full, or sleepy, or maybe
a little drunk, and sticky
down the rugs of her arms,
and began to hum and sway.
I saw her let go of the branches,
I saw her lift her honeyed muzzle
into the leaves, and her thick arms,
as though she would fly -
an enormous bee
all sweetness and wings -
down into the meadows, the perfections
of honeysuckle and roses and clover -
to float and sleep in the sheer nets
swaying from flower to flower
day after shining day.

- Mary Oliver (source)

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