Showing posts with label quotes - life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes - life. Show all posts
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Sunday, April 28, 2013
A Blessing for the New Year
From To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessing by John O'Donohue
A Blessing for the New Year
Bennacht
For Josie.
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the curragh of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To being you safely home.
My the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
A Blessing for the New Year
Bennacht
For Josie.
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the curragh of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To being you safely home.
My the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
ignorance
Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
~~ MLK, Jr.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Fierce Longing by Oriah Mountain Dreamer on Thursday, February 17, 2011 at 9:16am
There are moments
when making love
when a door
to something else
opens.
I am never prepared.
There is no preparation
for the way it takes me
and leaves me.
Sometimes it is brought
by a movement of tenderness:
soft lips that brush my forehead
and murmur my name
as the fire burns through
me making
my hips rise
and my blood moan.
Sometimes it is brought
by a moment of great courage:
eyes that dare to meet
and hold mine as the flood
of silky amber honey
takes us both over the edge.
And sometimes
it is brought
by the sting of what is not
and the memory of
tenderness and courage
that has been.
And when that moment
catches me
and tosses me
I am helpless.
The words spill
unbidden
into the night:
"I want ... I want ... I want..."
Unfinished
they leave me
dangling
suspended
over the chasm
of my own
bottomless desire.
Reaching
aching
grasping
for that
fleeting something
I glimpsed
or imagined
just beyond.
Gone
before
I could name it.
The breath catches
a strangled sob
tears me
opens me
and I fall back
eyes wide and
dazed
on damp pillows
my face
wet with tears.
And his eyes
stare
bewildered,
frightened
by the fierceness
of my longing.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
when making love
when a door
to something else
opens.
I am never prepared.
There is no preparation
for the way it takes me
and leaves me.
Sometimes it is brought
by a movement of tenderness:
soft lips that brush my forehead
and murmur my name
as the fire burns through
me making
my hips rise
and my blood moan.
Sometimes it is brought
by a moment of great courage:
eyes that dare to meet
and hold mine as the flood
of silky amber honey
takes us both over the edge.
And sometimes
it is brought
by the sting of what is not
and the memory of
tenderness and courage
that has been.
And when that moment
catches me
and tosses me
I am helpless.
The words spill
unbidden
into the night:
"I want ... I want ... I want..."
Unfinished
they leave me
dangling
suspended
over the chasm
of my own
bottomless desire.
Reaching
aching
grasping
for that
fleeting something
I glimpsed
or imagined
just beyond.
Gone
before
I could name it.
The breath catches
a strangled sob
tears me
opens me
and I fall back
eyes wide and
dazed
on damp pillows
my face
wet with tears.
And his eyes
stare
bewildered,
frightened
by the fierceness
of my longing.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Build your own world!
"How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself."
-- Anais Nin
Friday, April 23, 2010
Healing
Healing is a process, not an event.
Be patient and persevere.
Blend the medicine with careful attention to detail.
Focus your will.
Repeat the solution.
Remember that too much is as bad as too little.
Keep things in balance as you slowly and steadily change the composition of your energy from the old to the new.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Gratitude
Gratitude is not only the greatest of all the virtues,
but the parent of all the others.
Cicero (106 - 43 B.C.), Orator and statesman
Two kinds of gratitude:
The sudden kind we feel for what we take;
the larger kind we feel for what we give.
E. A. Robinson
Be the Light
"There are two ways of spreading light: to be
The candle or the mirror that reflects it."
-- Edith Wharton
Be...
Be daring,
be different,
be impractical,
be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision
against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.
Sir Cecil Beaton (1904 - 1980)
Photographer and designer
Cited in BITS & PIECES
be different,
be impractical,
be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision
against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.
Sir Cecil Beaton (1904 - 1980)
Photographer and designer
Cited in BITS & PIECES
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)