The leaves are falling, falling as from far off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.
And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand falls.
And look at others; it is in them all.
And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Autumn
Life will bring you pain all by itself.
Your responsibility is to create joy
Milton Erikson, American Psychologist,
One must bear in mind that there is a considerable difference between perfection and completeness….
The individual may strive after perfection,
but must suffer from the opposite of his [or her] intentions for the sake of ….. completeness.
The start of the Advent season…
A person is not a thing or a process,
but an opening through which the absolute manifests.
Today you will say things you can predict and other things you could never imagine this minute.
Don’t reject them, let them come through when they’re ready, don’t think you can plan it all out.
This day will never, no matter how long you live, happen again.
It is exquisitely singular. It will never again be exactly repeated.
Naomi Shihab Nye, I’ll Ask You Three Times, Are You OK?: Tales of Driving and Being Driven
Just when the worst bears down
You find a pretty bubble in your soup at noon
And outside a bird says “hi”
Slowly the sun creeps along the floor;
It is coming your way. It touches your shoe.
William Stafford, It’s all Right