The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Friday, June 28, 2013
There are several kinds of love.
One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance.
This is the ugly and crippling kind.
The other is an outpouring of everything good in you
—of kindness and consideration and respect—
not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition
of another person as unique and valuable.
The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had…
John Steinbeck’s love advice to his son.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love
by Pablo Neruda
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love.
The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little.
He advices “Be careful, protect yourself” Whereas love says “Let yourself, go!”
The mind is strong, never fells down, while love hurts itself, fells into ruins.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky,
a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it,
a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again,
a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play—
I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other,
waiting to run into each other in a hallway.
Monday, June 3, 2013
“Most things break instead of transform because they resist. The quiet miracle of love is that without our interference, it, like water, accepts whatever is tossed or dropped or placed into it, embracing it completely.”
“Of course, we are human and are easily hurt if not loved back or if loved poorly. But we waste so much of life’s energy deliberating who and what shall be worthy of our love when in the deepest elemental sense, these choices are not in our province, anymore than rain can choose what it shall fall upon.”
“Certainly we need to make decisions: Who will I spend my time with? Who will I learn from? Who will I live with? Who will I marry? But beneath all that, the element of love doesn’t stop being elemental. It does not stop covering everything before it. And over a lifetime, the pain of withholding this great and quiet force is more damaging than the pain of being rejected or loved poorly.”
“For love, like water can be dammed, but toward what end?”
“In truth, the more we let love flow through, the more we have to love. This is the inner glow that sages and saints of all ages seem to share: the wash of their love over everything before them; not just people, but birds and rocks and flowers and air.”
“Beneath the many choices we have to make, love, like water, flows back into the world through us. It is the one great secret available to all. Yet somewhere the misperception has been enshrined that to withhold love will stop hurt. In truth, it is the other way around. As water soaks scars, love soothes our wounds.”
“If opened up to, love will accept the angrily thrown stone, and our small tears will lose some of their burn inthe great ocean of tears, and the arrow released to the bottom of the river will lose its point.”
Saturday, June 1, 2013
A great door opens every time we walk our own way.
Not the way of the world, not the way of the other, but the way that is encoded in the bones of our being. It is not easy to open the great door in an inauthentic world,
but open it we must. On the other side of the door, our real life awaits.
There are many great doors to come as we shed our cloaks of falsity and embrace our deepest truths. Walk with your head high and your heart open.
The universe responds to authentic transformation. Nothing false will do.
Out with the old, in with the true…