Friday, February 6, 2015

You are not just here to fill space or be a background character in someone else’s movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. 
Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to 
would be different without you. 
We are all connected, 
and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.
David Niven 


Thursday, February 5, 2015


I will hold your hand when you are a pocketful of roses.
I will hold your hand when you are brittle falling leaves.
I will hold your hand when you are a ray of sunshine.
I will hold your hand when you are painful as ice.
 

Mark Dimaisip


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

'EDIT YOUR LIFE FREQUENTLY AND RUTHLESSLY. 
IT’S YOUR MASTERPIECE AFTER ALL.'


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

'Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, 
you didn’t settle for it.'


Saturday, January 10, 2015

'Have patience with everything unresolved.
Love it all.
The confusion. The mess. The raw, red rims of your eyes. 
Love the experience of being reborn. Love the experience of watching the old way of life die. Watch everything burn. Watch everything go. Don’t be afraid.
This. This is how you find your way. You don’t notice the changes as they come. 
You just wake up, one bright morning — sky the color of robin’s eggs — 
and you realize that you are there. 
And you open the door and smell the restless air and say a prayer of profound thanks.
Live the questions. 
And, perhaps, as Rilke wrote a hundred and ten years ago, 
we cannot live the answers. Yet.'

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Transformation- poetry

By Lisa Tolbert
I’ll skip a page because I can.
The page will wait for me
as I wait for you.
In quiet,
in calm,
in stillness,
in trust.
Of darkness and light,
Of ugliness and beauty.
All of the contrasts
in life in me
converge
and I will wait for you.
In hours dark
and quiet deep in the night,
There is a fullness
that swallows the emptiness,
and grows greater still.
In releasing my breath,
I release you.
I see that things
are clearer when
I stand alone
in my empty handed heart.
There is no pain in love,
when love is real.
There is only light.
Darkness cannot abide.
And I inhale the light only
To breathe back into the night.
More light.
I stop trying to
explain,
steer,
control,
dictate,
direct,
plead,
bargain,
drown,
deny,
subvert,
subjugate,
dominate,
win,
and I am free!
To be.
In this moment,
all there is.
And grief abates,
panic drops,
sadness lifts,
longing leaves,
craving ceases
anger dissolves,
and there is truth!
Pure and simple.
And I AM.
Again
Always
Forever.
I AM.
And I will wait for you.

Monday, December 29, 2014

"Home." As life treads on, home’s no longer a specific town or house or room 
where we reside. It’s instead a series of moments we gather, 
like snapshots on a string of times spent with the people we love most. 
Time always stands stillest in those subtle moments that seem to echo loudest 
in this swiftly turning world.
If you could collect one crucial thing in this life, let it be the subtle moments, 
the snapshots, and collection of still points that make up “home”, 
and hold them close in spaces that remain open whenever you may need to return. 
When it’s time to dive into them, it’s simply time.

Victoria Erickson





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