Love and Words

In the beginning…there is a room and in the room there is one chair. This chair faces the door. Every object in the room tells a story about the person who owns the room – what they find important, what they have loved, what they have lost and what they long for. It also reveals the nature of how they receive the world and the people within it.

 

There is a hero and villain (or maybe a demon and an angel) and they are debating who will sit in that chair. Only one will win. Only one will sit in the chair facing the door and wait for it to open.

 

This room is the “waiting room” for your soul.  When that door opens whoever is sitting there will be able to speak to your soul – and they have something to say.

 

Writing is a powerful…

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Manor Of Being

Gardening, after all, is an art of touching and feeling, shaping and designing.  It must be felt firsthand.

– Tovah Martin, Moments in the Garden

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Silvia's Bliss

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The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he is always doing both.

– JAMES MICHENER

 

 

 

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A Leaf in Springtime

 Even

After

All this time

The Sun never says to the earth,

“You owe

Me.”

Look

What happens

With a love like that,

It lights the

Whole

Sky.

~ Hafiz (The Great Sufi Poet) 1320 – 1389

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A Leaf in Springtime

Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn’t stop to enjoy it ~ William Feather

There’s a mellow crispness in the air. My world wakes up to hushed misty mornings and silver frost melting quietly away as thrushes and tits sing out little welcoming songs to the morning sun of early April.

A quiet reflection settles over me and I’m filled with a shining gratitude of being alive. Grateful for laughter. Grateful for memories made. Most of all, grateful for lessons learnt.

For me, one lesson stands out above the sum of treasured lessons I’ve learnt the last two years. A lesson I continue to learn in greater measure and awareness each day.

It is the lesson in stillness.

I truly believe that it is from this sacred place of stillness that all things worthy, meaningful and good flow out from my…

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