
Love does that


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What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
but what is woven into the lives of others.
Pericles, Greek Statesman, Orator and General, 495 – 429 BC
photo rod waddington
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The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Thomas Merton
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The center that I cannot find
is known to my unconscious mind.
W.H. Auden
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Existence will remain meaningless for you if you yourself do not penetrate into it with active love,
and if you do not in this way discover its meaning for yourself.
Everything is waiting to be hallowed by you.
Martin Buber
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Ours seems to be a world that values “strength.” We want “strong” minds, “tough” wills, “hard as nail” determination, “rugged” personalities, “sturdy” character, and so on. I wonder if we have confused hardness with the strength it takes to truly give and receive love. Let us praise softness. I’m speaking here of hearts, of soft hearts, of gentle spirits. I’m speaking of the gentleness to give and receive love.
Every heart has a wall around it, a wall that protects, yet also keeps out. Every heart is a walled garden, the original meaning of Paradise – the inner garden that’s protected by the wall. Yet I wonder how often the wall becomes a fortress, keeping out the very ones who are meant to reach us, nurture us, love us? Let us praise softness. Let us seek a heart that is not hard, but soft. Let us seek a heart that is not hardened like dry land, but a soft soil tilled over again and again.
In many languages, the words for “love” have a connection to words for “seed.” In Arabic and Persian, a word for love (hubb) comes from the seed that is planted in the ground. Sometimes a seed of love is planted in the heart’s ground through a glance, a touch, a word. Will the seed take root? Will it be nurtured? Will it be fed?
Are we strong enough not to keep out, but to welcome in?
Omid Safi, In Praise of Softness
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