
Those who are willing to be vulnerable
move among mysteries
Theodore Roethke, American Poet, Straw for the Fire

Those who are willing to be vulnerable
move among mysteries
Theodore Roethke, American Poet, Straw for the Fire
Only from the heart
can you touch the sky
Rumi
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Life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
Davids Whyte, The Opening of Eyes
Photo of Lake Leman from Nyon by Alexandra Lee

What I want most
is to spring out of this personality
then to sit apart from that leaping.
I have lived too long where I can be reached
Rumi
photo Glendalough June 18, 2015

As the wind loves to call things to dance
May your gravity be lightened by grace
John O Donohue, To Bless the Space between Us
photo ceridwen

Joy is the meeting place of deep intentionality and self forgetting, the bodily alchemy of what lies inside us .. with what formally seemed outside, but is now neither, but become a living frontier, a voice speaking between us and the world: dance, laughter, affection: the sheer intoxicating beauty of the world inhabited as an edge between what we previously thought was us and what we thought was other than us.
To allow our selves to be joyful is to have walked through the doorway of fear, the dropping away of the anxious, worried self felt like a thankful death itself, a disappearance, a giving away, overheard in the laughter of friendship, the vulnerability of happiness felt suddenly as a strength, a solace and a source, the claiming of our place in the living conversation, the sheer privilege of being in the presence of a mountain, a sky or a well loved familiar face – I was here and you were here and together we made a world.
David Whyte , Consolations : The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words