The Power of Emotions

The Power of Emotions Inspiring and empowering people into joy, wonder, fun and appreciation / De l'inspiration pour retro

Inspiring and empowering people into joy, wonder, fun and appreciation / De l'inspiration pour retrouver le plaisir d'être maître de votre experience.

11/08/2025

Allow yourself to be joyful as often as possible. ♥️ ~ Nanea

10/30/2025

Yesterday evening, my 9-year-old granddaughter, Joselyn, asked me if I could babysit her doll, Abbie, for the day.

“Who’s Abbie?” I teased, pretending not to know.

She gave me that look — the one only a very serious little girl can give.
“Grandma, I’m going trucking with you and Grandpa tomorrow, but Abbie’s too little for the big rig. So… you’ll take her instead, right?”

How could I possibly say no?

This morning, before we hit the road, Joselyn made sure Abbie was buckled in beside me. “Don’t forget to feed her,” she said, handing me a tiny plastic bottle and a pink blanket.

And off we went — Grandpa, Abbie, and me, rolling down the highway.

I didn’t want Joselyn to think I’d tossed the doll into the sleeper and forgotten her, so I decided to make it fun. Every couple of hours, I snapped photos of Abbie’s big trucking adventure — sitting in the cab, helping check the tires, “watching” the road from the dashboard. I sent them to Joselyn with captions like, “Abbie says the fuel prices are scary today!”

She kept sending me instructions all day long:
“Don’t let her nap too long.”
“Make sure her seatbelt’s on!”
“She likes country music, not the loud stuff.”

Somewhere between Kansas City and Wichita, I caught myself laughing out loud — truly laughing — thinking about how much joy that little doll had brought to my day.

At one rest stop, another trucker spotted me buckling Abbie back in. He chuckled and said, “My granddaughter makes me do the same thing.” Then he showed me pictures of his travel buddies — a family of teddy bears on their way to Denver. We stood there swapping stories like two proud dads comparing baby photos.

By the end of the day, I realized Joselyn hadn’t just trusted me with her doll — she’d given me a reminder.
That imagination still belongs in this grown-up world.
That kindness and a little playfulness can make even the longest road feel light.

Abbie and I made it home safe and sound.
And tonight, when Joselyn asked, “Did she behave?”
I told her, “Best co-pilot I’ve ever had.”

10/26/2025

A 96-year-old woman's note to her bank! Priceless!

The following is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by a 96 year-old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.

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To whom it may concern,

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his depositing the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly transfer of funds from my modest savings account, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only thirty-one years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has recently become.

From now on.., I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact Status form which I require your chosen employee to complete.

I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course,

I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Please allow me to level the playing field even further. When you call me, you will now have a menu of options on my new voice mail system to choose from.

Please press the buttons as follows:

Press 1: To make an appointment to see me.

Press 2: To query a missing payment.

Press 3: To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

Press 4: To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

Press 5: To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

Press 6: To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.

Press 7: To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to the Authorized Contact.

Press 8: To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.

To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee of $50 to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. Please credit my account after each occasion.

Your Humble Client...

(Remember: This was written by a 96 year old woman!)

Credit goes to respective owner~

10/26/2025

When Do We Lose Our Compassion?
I was thinking about Dumbo the other day—the scene where they lock up Dumbo's mom, calling her a "mad" animal just because she wanted to protect her baby. They tore them apart, and little Dumbo just wanted his mother. I remember how much that scene hurt as a child. I felt it. I knew it was wrong.
But then I started wondering... at what point do we stop feeling so deeply?
As kids, we see suffering, and we care. We don't ask whether it's "just the way things are" or whether someone deserves it. We don't think about money, tradition, or industry. We just feel. We cry when animals get hurt. We get angry when something isn't fair.
And then, slowly, society tells us to stop.
We hear: "That's just life." "Don't be so sensitive." "Animals are here for us."
We're told to accept things we once knew were wrong.
But what if that childlike empathy wasn't a weakness? What if it was the truth before the world tried to make us forget?
So, I want to ask—when do you think we lose our compassion? And why?
And to those who never let society mute their compassion—to those who stood up for what they believed in even when the world told them not to—I admire you so much. You've been fighting for what's right all along, and the rest of us are just catching up.
Maybe we don't need to "grow out of" caring. Maybe we need to grow back into it.

10/26/2025

Baby elephants cried all night after being separated from their mothers — but they weren’t alone.
The dedicated caretakers from the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust stayed by their side, comforting them through the night.

These keepers treat every orphaned elephant like their own child — waking up every few hours to feed them, covering them with blankets when it’s cold, and making sure they feel safe.

One keeper shared in an interview:
“It feels the same to me as having my own babies in the same room. It’s very similar to when they were little — waking up at all hours to feed and change them.” 🥹

The bond they share is deeply human. They even sleep near the elephants so the little ones never feel abandoned. Another caretaker said it feels just like raising a newborn baby — the sleepless nights, the crying, and the small, heartwarming moments of connection.

The elephants snore, dream, and sometimes even playfully wake their caretakers by tugging at their blankets with their trunks. Through this constant love and care, these orphaned elephants slowly learn to trust again — growing stronger each day, surrounded by the gentle warmth of their human family .🤍

The image is symbolic, inspired by the trust’s real work 💛
See comment section 🤍

10/17/2025
10/02/2025

Every once in a while, it’s important to do an overall inventory. sometime today, find a quiet space to check-in with yourself; write down your short and long term goals, and articulate your passion and dreams. You’ll then know what kind of a life you’d like (and deserve). And that’s not only a great start, it’s the beginning of the life you were meant to have. ❤️ BeginWithYes.com


10/02/2025

Mirror work for release and renewal. Look into your eyes and softly say: “I forgive you. I release the past. I choose love.” 🧿

07/12/2025

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