Wednesday, 30 August 2017

On the Day I Die

On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.   


All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.
My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline  or frown lines, will fade away.


Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.
On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.
I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.
Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.

It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.

Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you’ve been led to believe matters, because on the day you die, the fact is that much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.
But before that day comes: 


i choose to live and love and be happy

 




i forgive myself


"We are not programmed to see beyond duality, beyond the threshold of fear… So, it took me a long time, a lot of motivation, pain and tears to be able to change.

"But, now I know that I am both the dark and the light, the mother and the wild woman, the maiden and the wise, the one complete and the one incomplete.

 I am everything and I am nothing. Then as the water from the ocean touches my naked feet, I feel the energy of my soul connecting with all that is.


"Whilst waking up to the peace within, I forgive myself for everything. I forgive myself for having allowed me to drift away

 for so long. For being so far, so distant, so centered on my ego,

 so attached, disconnected and unhappy. I forgive myself for the times I was hard on me in a way I would never let anyone else be. 

I can only say I feel deep compassion for my ego, for all the times it has screamed at me that I was not good enough and that I deserved better than what I had."








Tuesday, 22 August 2017

RISQUE

“Reversing roles sometimes is good. 


I’ll free you from having to be in control all the time.

 I’ll take you places you’ve never been.” 




 (Image: Thomas Lavelle)

http://thomas-lavelle.com/

BEHEMOTH


“Lips to lips, mouth to mouth,
Comes the speaker of the shrouds,
Suck in the spirit, speak the words,
Let secrets of the dead be heard.”



(Image: Peony Jip)





TO THE SENSITIVE ONES

"Do not be ashamed of your sensitivity!
It has brought you many riches.
You see what others cannot see,
Feel what others are ashamed to feel.

"You are more open, less numb.
You find it harder to turn a blind eye.
You have not closed your heart,
in spite of everything.

"You are able to hold
the most intense highs
and the darkest lows
in your loving embrace.
(You know that neither define you.
Everything passes through.
You are a cosmic vessel.)

"Celebrate your sensitivity!
It has kept you flexible and open.
You have remained close to wonder.
And awareness burns brightly in you.
Don't compare yourself with others.
Don't expect them to understand.

"But teach them:
It’s okay to feel, deeply.
It’s okay to not know.
It’s okay to play
on the raw edge of life.

"Life may seem ‘harder’ for you at times,
And often you are close to overwhelm.

"But it’s harder still
to repress your overwhelming gifts.

"Sensitive ones,
Bring some gentleness into this weary world!

"Shine on with courageous sensitivity!

"You are the light bearers!"








Sunday, 20 August 2017

wild woman listen to your heart

"Never listen to anyone who tells you to ignore your instincts. You are Captain of your ship and master of your destiny. You have the power to navigate your own seas even if sometimes the road isn’t always clear at first. You’ve come so far even when the odds were stacked against you and the path seemed perilous.
"Trust yourself wild woman, you got this. Just listen to your heart."