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… Les mer "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… Les mer "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… Les mer "The well of being (excerpt)
I dypet av ditt sinn flyr minnene,Som sommerfugler som danser i det myke morgenlyset.Vingene deres, prydet med farger så lyse og sanne,Maler historien om ditt liv i alle nyanser. Gjennom tanker og følelser flakser de forsiktig,og etterlater gylne tråder som binder og stotrer.din tilværelses billedvev, vevd med omhu,hvert minne et sting,... Les mer "Minner er som sommerfugler
Dette å være menneske er et gjestehus. Hver morgen kommer det en ny gjest. En glede, en depresjon, en ondskap, en kortvarig bevissthet kommer som en uventet gjest. Ta imot og underhold dem alleSelv om de er en skare av sorger,som voldsomt feier huset ditt tomt for møbler,behandle likevel hver gjest med æreHan rydder deg kanskje for en ny glede. Det mørke... Les mer "Gjestehuset
The work of happiness I thought of happiness, how it is wovenOut of the silence in the empty house each dayAnd how it is not sudden and it is not givenBut is creation itself like the growth of a tree.No one has seen it happen, but inside the barkAnother circle is growing in the expanding… Les mer "The Work of Happiness by 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… Les mer "everything is waiting for you
