Ladies, 2008 brought dancing.
You have taught me many things this year...
that love comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed, to those who still believe even when they’ve been betrayed, to those who still love even though they’ve been hurt before.
Thank you
x
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
"How do we befriend our inner enemies, lust and anger? By listening to what they are saying. They are saying "I have some unfulfilled needs" and "Who really loves me?". Insted of pushing our anger and lust away as unwelcomed guests, we can recognise that our anxious, driven hearts need some healing. Our restlessness calls us to look for the true inner rest where lust and anger can be converted into a deeper way of loving.There is a lot of unruly energy in lust and anger! When that energy can be directed towards loving well, we can transform not only ourselves but even those who might otherwise become the victims of our anger and lust. This takes patience, but it can be done."Elsewhere he also says that patience it is not waiting for something out of our control to happen, like waiting for it to rain, but "Patience asks us to live the moment to the fullest, to be completely present to the moment, to taste here and now, to be where we are. When we are impatient we try to get away from where we are. We act like as if the real thing will happen tomorrow, later or somewhere else. Let's be patient and trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand."
H. N.
H. N.
Sunday, 21 December 2008
There is a beautiful Haisidic story of a rabbi who always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture on their hearts. One of them asked, “Why on our hearts, and not in them?” The rabbi answered, “Only God can put Scripture inside. But reading sacred text can put it on your hearts, and when your hearts break, the holy words will fall inside.”
‘How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded.’
M. Scott Peck, A Different Drum
‘How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded.’
M. Scott Peck, A Different Drum
Thursday, 18 December 2008
"to become human implies two realities. It means to be someone, to have cultivated our gifts, and also to be open to others, to look at them not with a feeling of superiority but with eyes of respect. It means to become men and women with the wisdom of love. For this, we often need help. For many, as for myself, religion can be a gentle source of strength and love, as can a mentor or wise friend.
...the future of humanity is not just in the hands of politicians and of corporations but in our hands. Peace will come through dialogue, through trust and respect for others who are different, through inner strength and a spirituality of love, patience, humility, and forgiveness. Little by little, a culture of competition will be transformed into a culture of welcome and mutual respect. The crises that will come will then not just be moments of danger but opportunities for dialogue and unity, and solutions will emerge."
Jean Vanier
...the future of humanity is not just in the hands of politicians and of corporations but in our hands. Peace will come through dialogue, through trust and respect for others who are different, through inner strength and a spirituality of love, patience, humility, and forgiveness. Little by little, a culture of competition will be transformed into a culture of welcome and mutual respect. The crises that will come will then not just be moments of danger but opportunities for dialogue and unity, and solutions will emerge."
Jean Vanier
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Absent Friend
‘The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the colour of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in midair, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. Looking at it, I understood, I understood the reason for my fear. The face was my own.’
(Elie Wiesel, Night)
Why is it so many find their own sadness intoxicating?
What seed is being watered in these feelings?
What are our eyes trying to say with their tears?
Some things just can’t be fixed this side of a much better place.
I have been offered perspective tonight.
I have been granted a glimpse of my own insignificance.
(Elie Wiesel, Night)
Why is it so many find their own sadness intoxicating?
What seed is being watered in these feelings?
What are our eyes trying to say with their tears?
Some things just can’t be fixed this side of a much better place.
I have been offered perspective tonight.
I have been granted a glimpse of my own insignificance.
Thursday, 11 December 2008
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