Saturday, August 30, 2014

Some people say home is where you come from. 
But I think it’s a place you need to find, 
like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.

Katie Kacvinsky

Friday, August 29, 2014

As a single woman, I am often asked about love. 
People ask whether or not I am ever going to have children (the answer: No), 
why am I single, and, why have I never been married?
Most of the time I am okay answering these questions, 
I know myself well enough to answer them honestly, 
but sometimes I want to turn the questions around and ask people: why are you married?
What makes your heart come alive, really come alive? 
What makes your heart break wide-fucking-open?
How often do you feel that fall-to-the-ground, this-world-is-so-beautiful kind of love? 
Most people would not want, or know how, to answer such questions. 
I live inside these questions most days of my life.

Patricia Dowd

where is the magic gone?

It is hard to live a magical life in a world that disdains and rejects all that I experience and feel on a daily basis as an aberration, a fantasy or even as non-existent.
So many great artists - musicians, authors, painters, and just great spirits - choose to drown themselves in addiction or leave completely, because the over industrialized and cerebral world that we live in cannot - and more importantly, will not - 
support the idea of magical humans living in a magical world.
Magical people leave because it is almost as if there is no oxygen left on this planet that they can breathe. It is too alien and harsh to live in a world of Muggles, when you know 
how it feels to fly amongst the stars and commune with the Divine.
Of course I need to add the challenges of parenting in such a world… how do we preserve the magic for our children while also preparing them for a world which will not respect it?
Russell Brand asked this important question when writing about Robin Williams this week: “What does it say about our society when our brightest lights are extinguishing themselves?”
I do not know what the answer is. 
But I do know that I want to find one, that I want to continue to create 
more and greater art and community that nourishes and nurtures brilliance and magic 
and otherworldly vision. I do not know what form that can, will, 
or should take, but I know I want to find it. 
And maybe, just maybe, some of the more adventurous Muggles will join us.
Our very existence may depend upon it.

Kathleen McGowan

Sunday, August 10, 2014

It is well sometimes to half understand a poem 
in the same manner that we half understand the world
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, 
and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. 
There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, 
in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. 
There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.

 G. K. Chesterton, 'Robert Browning'

If you would hold my hand, maybe the rest of me could fall apart. 
I could shed this extra grief and begin again.

Krista Sassni

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

If you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavours of wrong. 
It isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, 
your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—
that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. 
Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. 
You’re looking for the wrong person. 
But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person
—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, ‘This is the problem I want to have.’
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. 
Let our scars fall in love.

Galway Kinnell

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

 It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

 Everyone is my teacher. Some I seek. Some I subconsciously attract.
Often I learn simply by observing others.
 Some may be completely unaware that I’m learning from them, 
yet I bow deeply in gratitude. 

andres amador

Saturday, August 2, 2014

“Good Morning dear”
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
"I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

 You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. 
Listen carefully. 
People speak from the heart more often than you think.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. 
It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, 
or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, 
fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. 
The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. 
Everyone has their own unique journey. 

I felt very certain this time I wasn’t going to let myself drown for lust, 
this time I’d hold my ground for love.

Sarah Durham Wilson

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