Human beings are made of water.
we were not designed
to hold ourselves
together,
rather run freely
like oceans,
like rivers.
Beau Taplin, Run Freely
Tag: Mindfulness
Seeing with the heart
In Shakespeare’s King Lear Act IV, the King asks Gloucester how he was so good at seeing “how this world goes?” And Gloucester, who was blind, answers:
“I see it feelingly.”
On ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince
Demented gardeners
[Even some] lovely people feel that their real identity is working on themselves, and some work on themselves with such harshness. Like a demented gardener who won’t let the soil settle for anything to grow, they keep raking, tearing away the nurturing clay from their own heart, then they’re surprised that they feel so empty and vacant. Self-compassion is paramount. When you are compassionate with yourself, you trust in your soul, which you let guide your life. Your soul knows the geography of your destiny better than you do.
John O’Donoghue, Anam Chara
Off to work
The place God calls you to
is the place where your deep gladness
and the world’s deep hunger meet
Frederick Buechner, born 1926, American writer, preacher, and theologian
Sunday quote: Perspective
You are floating in empty space in a universe that goes on forever.
If you have to be here, at least be happy and enjoy the experience.
Michael Singer, The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself
There are no wrong seasons.
It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard…
I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that…
But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms.
For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
Mary Oliver, Hurricane (excerpts)
