Resist loss of the miraculousby lowering your standardsfor what constitutes a miracle. It is all a fucking miracle. Resume the facethe desolate facethe radiant facethe face that has become your own. Though all your life you have resisted it. (Louise Erdrich, Advice to myself #2: Resistance)
The river flows, a winding pathFrom mountain peak to ocean vastCarving canyons, shaping stoneSeeking, always, the unknown Daring leaps off jagged cliffsMist rising as the water shiftsChurning currents, froth and roarRolling boulders, grinding shore Peaceful stretches, languid plainsLazy loops with gentle refrainsSunbeams dance on ripples brightHerons wade in the sparkling light Forests green the mossy… Mehr lesen "The river
The time will comewhen, with elation,you will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirror,and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartto itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your… Mehr lesen "Love After Love
From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re here,an i in the O-cean,you’re no longer waitingfor something to happen or to change. When you’re hereyou have what you seek. Your heart opensto the gift you receive,that you are. You are drinking at the wellof being you… Mehr lesen "The well of being (excerpt)
In the depths of your mind, memories take flight,Like butterflies dancing in the soft morning light.Their wings, adorned with colours so bright and true,Paint the story of your life in every hue. Through thoughts and emotions, they gently flutter,Leaving golden threads that bind and stutter.The tapestry of your existence, woven with care,Each memory a stitch,… Mehr lesen "Memories are like butterflies
This being human is a guest house.Every morning, a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them allEven if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honourablyHe may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark… Mehr lesen "The guest house
Die Arbeit des Glücks Ich dachte an das Glück, wie es jeden Tag aus der Stille des leeren Hauses gewoben wird, und wie es nicht plötzlich kommt und nicht gegeben wird, sondern selbst geschaffen wird, wie das Wachstum eines Baumes, den niemand gesehen hat, aber in der Rinde wächst ein weiterer Kreis, der sich ausdehnt... Mehr lesen "Die Arbeit des Glücks von May Sarton
you might wonderwhat you’ll becomeparalyzed by unknownsand should-have-dones you might look at your lifeand think it’s too lateto love and dancewas not your fate don’t let fear windon’t wallow in doubtbeyond your door the worldinvites you to come out take a chance and do the leapwho knows what you’ll findbeauty and joy and lightare waiting… Mehr lesen "alles wartet auf dich
