Issue #21 – Monday April 18, 2013

Hi everyone,

Last few weeks we talked quite a bit about the heart.  In many traditions, the rose is a symbol of heart and love, with its aroma and beauty that can stay in our heart-mind for a life time.  Well, today we have a story that illustrates the rose-like power of love.  I hope you enjoy its fragrance.

In this issue’s Weekly Tip, I offer you a simple meditation to gather the magic “roses” in your life, so that you can draw nourishment from them and share them with others.

Peace & Fresh Roses,


Take a Moment for Your Breath

Place your hands over your heart.
Exhale completely, then inhale deeply from the belly.  Repeat 3 times.

Self Healing Series | Art by William Oliver (1804-1853)

Self Healing Series | Art by William Oliver (1804-1853)

“She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince


How Long Does Love  Last?
by Nancy Depcik

Several years ago, I found myself in a nightmare.  My 15 year relationship suddenly ended, and I didn’t see it coming.  As a result of that, I lost just about everything my business, my home, and worst of all, my self-esteem.  When you’ve lost everything, you also discover things you didn’t notice before.  I discovered how much we can affect someone else’s life with our words or our actions, and many times we don’t even know it.

Here’s one of my “discoveries” about how my father affected my life.  I grew up on the south side of Chicago in a very small house.  In fact, we had two bedrooms for six people.  The outside of our house was very small as well, but my father had a green thumb and could make anything grow.  We had flowers everywhere.  Miraculously, somehow, my father had every square inch of dirt bursting with color – bright yellow marigolds, flaming red geraniums, deep purple rooster cones.

The best, the very best, were the roses.  My father had two beautiful rose bushes that grew up a trellis, and leaned against our brick garage.  What a contrast – the hard, cold brick framing the soft, delicate roses.  Every spring when the first rose bloomed, my father would gently cut it and put it in a very plain, ordinary glass and place it right in the center of our kitchen table.  Then, with his very neat handwriting, he would write a note “For My Princess”.  That was me!  When I walked in the door, there it was, a rose as beautiful as anything I had ever seen, welcoming me home from school.  I can’t begin to tell you how special that made me feel.  My father would repeat this same ceremony in the fall, with the last rose of the garden.  I received the first and last rose of the season from my father with his precious note “For My Princess” until I left for college.

My father passed away over 20 years ago.  At his wake, I placed two roses on the pillow where his head rested – one for the first rose and one for the last rose in his garden.

Although the roses stopped, that memory has stayed with me for a lifetime, without fading.  Most importantly, it has helped me though some very difficult times.  Times when major changes shook me to the core and changed my life forever.  Times when I began to doubt my self-worth and my core values.  Times when I just wanted to curl up and die because I felt worthless.  Then suddenly, without expecting it, I would see a rose.   Maybe I walked through the fresh flower section of my local grocery store, or maybe I strolled past a neighborhood park and would see a rose.  Those beautiful roses would open the floodgate of such loving memories.  Suddenly, I would find myself standing a little taller, lifting my head a little higher, and smiling.  And I realized, I can’t be worthless – after all, I am a princess.  And it would remind me that I was very special in at least one person’s life.

I never told my father how special he made me feel.  He had no idea how years later those roses would still affect my life.  Heck, I don’t think I realized it myself until years later.  I would like have a chance to tell him now if I could.  But since I can’t do that, the next best thing I can do is pass it on to you, and hopefully help someone else the way I have been helped.

What about you?  What rose will you give, to whom?  What words or actions of yours will have an impact on someone else’s life?  You never know what people will remember.  Never pass up an opportunity to be kind, to open yourself up, and to be vulnerable. It doesn’t have to be big.  It could be as simple as saying “thanks for being my friend,” or “thank you for helping me through this.”  By giving openly to someone else, you just may be the reason for that smile to their face some day at some point in their life.

Bio: Nancy Depcik is a nationally recognized speaker and trainer.  After losing everything – her job, her home, a relationship she cherished, and worst of all, her self-esteem, Nancy learned the secrets to transforming unwelcomed change into unshakable success.  Through her personal stories, Nancy shares the lessons she learned along the way that helped her to create a new life, one that is happier and more fulfilling than she could ever have imagined.


Check Out This One has a series of music albums composed specifically for heart-centered meditation.  They help focus your attention on the vital core part of you, and improve the harmonious flow in there.  This one, in particular, evokes positive memories.  I’ve had many good experiences with it, and think you will as well: Lumen de lumine


Weekly Meditation

How to Work With Your Positive Memories
Keep your precious attention on your precious heart.


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