Sunday, November 30, 2008
On the line...
I'm not sure if I've ever told anyone this before...
But I really love laundry on clothes-lines. The vibrant or stark white colors offering up a slight peak into another person's world and the daily rhythm of life. I just think it's sweet... like a secret that makes you smile.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
a nice message on Thanksgiving and every day in between!
To Walk the Path of Thankfulness
It was during one very painful period of my life that I made the firm choice to walk the path of gratitude. At a time when my suffering had reached the depths, when I felt misunderstood and betrayed by some of those I had trusted to stand by me, I made the seemingly irrational choice to be thankful. In my pain, I had chosen to focus on the awareness of what was good in my life in the present.
Gratitude is an agreement we make with the Unknown. I chose to express my gratitude to the Source of Life. You could say it was an act of faith, but I don’t think I deserve any credit for it.
The only other choice was not to be thankful, to resent the actual conditions of my life and everything that had created those conditions. It was then that I saw that I could be grateful for the pain and what it was telling me. In essence, I was learning to trust something beyond my immediate circumstances, something that restored my sense of peace, strength and openness to life.
Since the time that I chose to walk the path of thankfulness, I have tried to make gratitude my fundamental attitude, living in the present, grateful to the Unseen Mystery. Is that Mystery real? Or is the resentment, dissatisfaction, or self-conscious suffering I would otherwise experience more real?
I have come to trust that if we are patient with difficulty, the Unseen supports us. To express thankfulness is to attract goodness. Gratitude merely smiles at dissatisfaction and disappointment. In any moment we can choose to focus on the disappointments or losses we have experienced, on any number of details in our lives that might seem less than what we might want them to be. Or we can choose, instead, to be thankful for things great and small in the present. Above all, we can be grateful for our relationship with a Mystery that we may not fully comprehend but seems to be more and more present and real.
To be thankful for both abundance and hard times is wisdom, for thankfulness is the panacea that turns pain into happiness. Let’s celebrate Thanksgiving.
– Shaikh Kabir Helminski
Kabir Helminski is Shaikh of the Mevlevi Order, Co-director of The Threshold Society (Sufism.org).
Monday, November 24, 2008
There is one thing... Love
I finished reading Peony in Love by Lisa See today. The last sentence of the author's note at the end of the book got to me...
I've been reading a lot lately. I started off reading about love and loss or rather losing someone you love and feeling lost. There were ghosts and dreams, strange disappearances and travel to distant places. I would say things took a turn with Murakami's, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, where love is like the brightest sunlight illuminating you wholly as if you were everyday sitting in the bottom of a dark dry well... the sunlight only lasts for a few seconds each day and then maybe it burns so brightly that it takes everything inside of you and replaces it with itself, love. You can't be sure of anything but that. Now I have Yukio Mishima's novel, Spring Snow to read and I am trying to decide between starting it or finishing Anna Karenina, thus continuing on with my education on love. I want to know everything there is to know.
Oh yes, and the photo is Marie-Antoinette's Temple de L'Amour.
All women on earth-and men too, for that matter-hope for the kind of love that transforms us, raises us up out of the everyday, and gives us the courage to survive our little deaths: the heartache of unfulfilled dreams, of career
and personal disappointments, of broken love affairs.
I've been reading a lot lately. I started off reading about love and loss or rather losing someone you love and feeling lost. There were ghosts and dreams, strange disappearances and travel to distant places. I would say things took a turn with Murakami's, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, where love is like the brightest sunlight illuminating you wholly as if you were everyday sitting in the bottom of a dark dry well... the sunlight only lasts for a few seconds each day and then maybe it burns so brightly that it takes everything inside of you and replaces it with itself, love. You can't be sure of anything but that. Now I have Yukio Mishima's novel, Spring Snow to read and I am trying to decide between starting it or finishing Anna Karenina, thus continuing on with my education on love. I want to know everything there is to know.
Oh yes, and the photo is Marie-Antoinette's Temple de L'Amour.
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