If the old saying is true that aging is not for the faint of heart, then Ambler must have a strong vibrant community core. Rather than crumbling with age, this town is ever being re-invented with fresh new ideas based on an old theme. Buildings have been re-built inside and out while preserving their original charm. New businesses have taken up residence. Some are growing roots.
Do our genes control our destinies? The new science of epigenetics is challenging that theory.
“It’s all in the genes” is a comment we hear often. Whether it is about our health problems, weight issues or temperament, we have been educated to believe we are programmed a certain way even before birth, and that there is not much we can do but grin and bear it.
Let’s try some word association. If I say messaging you might come back with instant, or texting, or SMS, or WhatsApp. In the not-too-distant past you might have said pencil-and-paper. If we went way back, to April 1860, when the Pony Express was new and considered the fastest letter delivery service ever, we likely would have heard that name mentioned with a bit of excitement. 1,800 miles in a breathtaking 10 days!
There I was having dinner with my husband, his boss and the boss’s wife. I wanted to make a good impression and was fine until I saw out of the corner of my eye – a cat. I thought, “Oh, no. Please don’t come near me.” I was at that time so afraid of being near a cat. All of my friends and family knew I was allergic to them and made sure that when I came to visit, any cat was securely locked away. But the boss and his wife did not know that.
“Every moment of life … is more or less of a turning-point. Opportunities are swarming around us all the time, thicker than gnats at sundown.”1. So wrote nineteenth century American educator and clergyman Henry Van Dyke.
How to know which way to turn? And, are we really free to choose any opportunity?
Womanhood is wholeness and full of bliss. It is a blessed idea and reflection of the divine. And, when understood spiritually, it goes beyond one’s gender. It is an idea, divinely protected and cherished.
While many women dream of becoming a happy bride some day, one particular book on Spirituality and Health describes the concept of BRIDE as follows:
“BRIDE. Purity and innocence, conceiving man in the idea of God; a sense of Soul, which has spiritual bliss and enjoys but cannot suffer” (Science and Health, with Key to the Scriptures; by Mary Baker Eddy)
There is a difference between the brain and the mind. One very obvious difference is that the brain is a physical organ, while the mind is intangible and inorganic. The crucial consequence of this difference is that thought is a mental, rather than a physically dependent activity. Many wrongly assume that the mind resides vaguely in the head region, somewhere beneath the skull. It is therefore wrong to say for instance ‘Think! Use your brain.’ The brain cannot think.
Estaba en el aeropuerto, volviendo de un viaje a Albuquerque, Nuevo México, cuando vi una tienda con lindas piezas de arte y cosas muy interesantes. Entré, y compré unas cositas que me gustaron mucho, incluso un libro escrito por el Dr. Wayne Peate, un médico que estudió en Dartmouth y Harvard y hoy es profesor de medicina y salud pública de la Universidad de Arizona, en Tucson.
For many, John Coltrane is one of the great American jazz saxophonists and composers. He pushed jazz into new realms during the 1950s and 60s, playing with the likes of Thelonious Monk and Miles Davis. What perhaps is not so well known is how he kicked heroin addiction cold turkey and attributed his transformation to a spiritual awakening and the “grace of God.”
Soon after departing Houston International Airport we hit turbulence. Severe turbulence. The pilot came on to warn that because we had to pass through a storm front the rough ride would last another 30 minutes. But not to worry. “Think of it as a car traveling on a bumpy road,” he said. “Unfortunately, it’s jostling, but the plane is in no danger from it.” I’d heard this reassurance before, but for the woman sitting across the aisle from me it must have been a first — a big first. She sighed with relief. The white-knuckle grip of worry was gone.