Fresh eyes

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Much of life is ruined for us by a blanket or shroud of familiarity that descends between us and everything that matters. It dulls our senses and stops us appreciating everything, from the beauty of a sunset to our work and our friends. Children don’t suffer from habit, which is why they get excited by some very key but simple things — like puddles, jumping on the bed, sand, and fresh bread. But we adults get ineluctably spoiled, which is why we seek ever more powerful stimulants, like fame and love.

The trick …. is to recover the powers of appreciation of a child in adulthood, to strip the veil of habit and therefore to start to look upon daily life with a new and more grateful sensitivity.

Alain de Botton, How Proust Can Change Your Life

Sunday Quote: Springtime: Just paying attention

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Nothing you ever understand

will be sweeter, or more binding,

than this deep affinity between your eyes and the world.

Mary Oliver,  Terns

Sunday Quote: Walk with reverence, don’t rush through life

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When we walk on the earth with reverence,

beauty will decide to trust us

The rushed heart and arrogant mind

lack the gentleness and patience to enter that embrace,

John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible embrace

See your own strength

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Oh soul, you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?

You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Rumi
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Sunday Quote: How to make sense of this world

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We like to think that we are in control and directing things…

Let go of all your assumptions

And the world will make perfect sense

Chuang-tzu.

 

A Saturday morning walk along country lanes in Ireland

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This is the first, the wildest, and the wisest thing I know:

that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

Mary Oliver, Primroses

I thrive on long walks where I find myself slowing down to the rhythm of my own possibilities. That is my speed. There I find my breathing. I used to live in Thailand where the word for breathing, hai jai, is translated as ‘give your heart.’ This used to remind me that to breathe, and to simply be aware of that breath, is to give to your heart.

Jenny Kane, On Being Blog

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