Just ..walking thru my years ..I've found doors of different sizes ..and shapes ..sometimes I have stopped ..a few steps..j ust before opening.. them.. I have thought ,meditated for a few seconds..and I have said ..you know Karen Mary you know you still alive..and life continue YOU ARE ALIVE..let's continue opening doors ..never give it up.. YOU ,ME, ALL OF US WE ARE,ALIVE.. 🔅✅️LaVOZ kmrt 

https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1PqCdGDR7t/ " Find your right place ..breathe in breathe out ..activate your longest Cranial nerve " The VAGUS NERVE " help yourself..help others' " LAVOZ knrt  . 4-8 Breathing | Trigger Your " Rest and Digest " Response Ever wonder why you feel so relaxed after a big sigh? This 4-8 technique uses that same principle!  This video guides you through a long exhale (8 seconds) that is twice as long as your inhale (4 seconds).  This simple trick gently pings your Vagus nerve —the body's secret button for relaxation. When you activate your Vagus nerve, your brain automatically switches off the stress signal , making it easy to unwind, fall asleep faster, and wake up feeling refreshed. It's calm, simple, and the most effective way to ease tension without force. Should you breathe through your nose or mouth? Go with what feels comfortable and relaxing to you, but here's what many people find helpful: - Breathe in ...

" Let's live our life from our inner love , inner peace, ..let's observe, be grateful and live" LAVOZ  kmrt My grandma used to say, “Life isn’t something you rush through, dear — it’s something you sit with, like a cup of tea. You sip it, one moment at a time.” When I was younger, I never really understood what she meant. I thought life was all about moving fast, chasing dreams, and proving myself. But now, as I grow older, her words come back to me — softer, wiser, and truer than ever. Grandma believed that happiness wasn’t found in perfect plans, but in simple grace. In the smell of bread baking in the oven. In the way the sunset paints the sky a little differently every day. In forgiving others even when you never got an apology. “Don’t hold your breath waiting for the world to be kind,” she’d say. “Be kind first. That’s where peace begins.” She taught me that no matter how hard life gets, you can still find something to be grateful for — a roof, a meal, a hand to...

" Remember Life ..becomes memories ..so enjoy your memories that were once Life..and enjoy your Life that .eventually.will become memories ..you are living " LaVoz kmrt 🕰️ “The Old Days That Never Come Back” There’s a certain kind of silence that only memory can make — not sad, not heavy, just… full. Sometimes, I sit on the porch in the evening breeze and think about the days that shaped me — the ones that time quietly carried away. Days when laughter echoed from the backyard, when we rode our bikes until the streetlights came on. When letters were handwritten, and a knock on the door meant a friend, not a delivery. When family dinners weren’t rushed, and stories stretched long into the night. Those days — they’ll never come back. And maybe that’s how it’s meant to be. Because they didn’t disappear; they simply became a part of who we are. Now, life moves faster. People scroll more than they talk. Homes are quieter, and time seems to slip through our fingers faster than ever...

Remembranza dell'anima.. C'era una volta ..si trovavano ..lezioni di vita: rispetto, pazienza, gratitudine. LaVoz  I REGALI DELL'AUTUNNO..... 🍎La raccolta delle mele🍎 La raccolta delle mele in autunno era un rito che segnava il tempo e univa le generazioni. Si partiva presto al mattino, quando il cielo era ancora velato di bruma e la rugiada brillava sulle foglie. I più piccoli correvano avanti curiosi, mentre i grandi portavano ceste e scale. Ma erano i nonni a guidare davvero quel momento: con calma, con voce ferma, insegnavano a distinguere il frutto maturo da quello acerbo, a non spezzare i rami, a posare le mele nei cesti senza rovinarle. Ogni gesto era esperienza, ogni parola un seme di saggezza che scendeva silenzioso nei cuori dei nipoti. Gli anziani raccontavano come “una mela buona si vede dal peduncolo” o come “la terra restituisce in autunno quello che hai saputo darle in primavera”. Non erano solo consigli agricoli, ma vere e proprie lezioni di vita: rispetto...

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The Moon and the Ocean  By Karen Mary Rappaccioli-Tunnermann 7/11/14 Miami Beach  The Moon and the Ocean Both immersed in a cloud  of dreams....  Sometimes they become true Sometimes we need to unveil their reality  The Moon and the Ocean  Or the Ocean and the Moon Which difference does it makes.. We live on the edge  of goods and bad dreams  The story does not end  The Moon and the Ocean  They hold theirs hands  they were not told  that they will not die But they know for sure  they will hold their souls  In the immortality of the ocean  Both the Moon and Ocean  Nella profondità sul Cielo  Awakening their return For sure....  In another life !! Kmrt

"Lee..solamente Lee ..es tu pasaporte al poder de ahora fpnde el alma permanece real..y pura "kmrt No lo había visto de esa manera cuanta verdad “Maestro, he leído muchos libros… pero ya olvidé la mayoría. ¿Entonces, para qué sirve leer?” Esa fue la pregunta de un alumno curioso. Y el maestro… no respondió. Solo lo miró en silencio. Pasaron unos días. Estaban sentados junto a un río. De pronto, el anciano le dijo: — Tengo sed. Tráeme un poco de agua... pero usa ese colador viejo que ves ahí en el suelo. El alumno lo miró desconcertado. Era un pedido absurdo. ¿Cómo iba a traer agua con un colador lleno de agujeros? Pero no se atrevió a contradecirlo. Tomó el colador y lo intentó. Una vez. Y otra. Y otra más… Corría, llenaba, perdía toda el agua en el camino. Intentó ir más rápido. Tapar los agujeros con las manos. Cambiar de ángulo… Nada funcionaba. No podía retener ni una gota. Agotado, frustrado, se sentó a los pies del maestro y dijo: — Lo siento. Fracasé. Era imposible. El...

What we do . We become..it is part of our existance.. prepare ...do the best you can do to lift you up.. ...unbelievable ..but it works.. kmrt LaVoz  If your income disappears into meals, drinks, and fleeting fun — you're not building a future, you're merely getting by. Some argue, “You could die tomorrow — none of this matters.” Others shrug, “We arrived with nothing, and we’ll leave the same way.” Perhaps. But that doesn’t make recklessness noble. Careless decisions now come with a price tag later. Remember the fable of the ant and the grasshopper? While the ant labored to prepare for winter, The grasshopper laughed, danced, and dismissed the effort: “Why hustle? Tomorrow isn’t promised.” But winter did arrive. And the grasshopper had no food, no shelter — only regret. He turned to the ant for help. But the ant reminded him: “You mocked my effort. You said it was foolish to plan. Why ask for help now?” In life, you choose who to be: The grasshopper — chasing temporary thrills...

 " just keep trying ..your dreams are the engine of your Life " kmrt  For 35 years, people told her the same thing over and over: “It’s impossible.” “You’re too old for that.” But Diana Nyad refused to accept limits that weren’t hers. In 2013, at the age of 64, she dove into open water chasing a dream she had been carrying for decades: To swim from Cuba to Florida—over 110 miles (170 km) without a protective cage. She had tried four times before. Each time, the ocean had won: venomous jellyfish, violent currents, total physical breakdown. But not this time. For 53 hours straight, she swam without rest. Through pain, stings, darkness, and exhaustion, she just kept going. Every stroke was a battle—not just with nature, but with fear, doubt, and everything that said “you can’t.” Experts told her she was crazy. That no one had ever done it. That her body couldn’t handle it at her age. She didn’t listen. When she finally stepped onto the shore of Key West, barely standing, tears i...

The Invisible FOOL ..the one who does no understand ..the deep meaning of Life" kmrt ............DON'T ARGUE WITH DONKEYS "The donkey said to the tiger: "The grass is blue." The tiger replied: "No, the grass is green." The discussion heated up, and the two decided to go to the lion, the king of the jungle. Already before reaching the forest, where the lion was sitting on his throne, the donkey began to shout: "His Highness, is it true that the grass is blue?" The lion replied: "True, the grass is blue." The donkey hurried and continued: "The tiger disagrees with me and contradicts and annoys me, please punish him." The king then declared: "The tiger will be punished with 5 years of silence." The donkey jumped cheerfully and went on his way, content and repeating: "The grass is blue!" The tiger accepted his punishment, but he asked the lion: "Your Majesty, why have you punished me? After all, the gr...

The Tears That Flow at Funerals Retold by Sir Mert Villanueva  Once, a chicken was bitten by a snake. The venom coursed painfully through her body, and in desperation, she staggered back to the chicken coop where her fellow hens lived. Instead of finding care and comfort, she was met with fear. The others, afraid of being poisoned themselves, cast her out. Wounded and alone, the chicken limped away, not because of the bite, but because of the rejection. Her pain was deeper than physical—it was the heartbreak of being abandoned by those she trusted. Fevered, weak, and dragging her injured leg, she disappeared into the distance. Some hens, unmoved, said she would surely die alone. Others even watched the skies, expecting vultures to circle above her. Time passed. One day, a hummingbird came with surprising news: the chicken had survived. She now lived in a cave nearby but had lost her leg due to the venom. Life was hard for her—she was struggling to find food. She needed help. The hu...

" Please ,please be honest ..no matter what..the outcome.. The TRUTH will always take you to a successful road.." Karen Mary Rappaccioli Tünnermann  "Title: The Empty Pot Long ago in China, there lived a kind and honest boy named Ping who loved to grow plants. The Emperor, who had no children, decided to find a successor. He gave every child a seed and said, “Grow this seed. In one year, return with what you’ve grown. I will choose the next emperor based on your results.” Ping planted his seed, watered it daily, and cared for it with love. But days turned to weeks, and nothing grew. Even after trying new soil and different pots, the seed never sprouted. Still, Ping brought his empty pot to the palace, while others came with flowers of all colors. The Emperor looked at the children’s pots, then stopped at Ping’s empty one. He smiled and said, “You shall be the next emperor.” The others gasped. “You see,” the Emperor explained, “I had boiled all the seeds before handing th...