Enchanted Love - Marianne Williamson

"In truth they do not see at all. That is why they call love blind, for it is they who cannot see. There are some things that cannot be seen with earthly eyes.

Enchanted love is one of them...

If you hold my hand then I will hold my breath and cast my fate into the direction of my heart. I will put on hold my lesser dreams and reach for what is truly mine.

Say you will and I will buy my ticket for this ride. It will not be cheap, nor always smooth. But I don't care, I don't care. I have finally come to that...

Our deepest human need is not material at all: Our deepest human need is to be seen. We need adventure. We need meaning. We need identity. We need love. Someone who has seen us through loving eyes has awakened us from the rank of the formerly dead. Most people bear the stress of walking the world unseen, a mere number of cog in a lifeless machine. Mystical romance is a space of resurrection and repair. It does more than help us survive a soulless world; it helps us transform it."

Nicole Krauss - The History of Love

This book was an amazing read. Here are some of my favourite parts of it...

 

"So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past. IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedontgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassIvenever-lovedanyoneIthinkof myselfasfunnyForgiveme...

There was a time when it wasn't uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of the string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world's first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn't enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases, all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person's silence."

Ten Thoughts To Live By

Author Unknown

1. Thou shalt not worry, for worry is the most unproductive of all human activities.
2. Thou shalt not be fearful, for most of the things we fear never come to pass.
3. Thou shalt not cross bridges before you get to them, for no one yet has succeeded in accomplishing this.
4. Thou shalt face each problem as it comes. You can handle only one at a time anyway.
5. Thou shalt not take problems to bed with you for they make very poor bedfellows.
6. Thou shalt not borrow other people's problems. They can take better care of them than you can.
7. Thou shalt not try to relive yesterday for good or ill — it is gone. Concentrate on what is happening in your life today.
8. Thou shalt count thy blessings, never overlooking the small ones, for a lot of small blessings add up to a big one.
9. Thou shalt be a good listener, for only when you listen do you hear ideas different from your own. It is very hard to learn something new when you are talking.
10. Thou shalt not become bogged down by frustration, for 90 percent of it is rooted in self-pity, and it will only interfere with positive action.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

I Love You Paul Eluard

I love you for all the women I have not known

I love you for all the time I have not lived

For the odor of the open sea and the odor of warm bread

For the snow which melts for the first flowers

For the pure animals man doesn’t frighten

I love you to love

I love you for all the women I do not love

Who reflects me if not you I see myself so little

Without you I see nothing but an extended desert

Between long ago and today

There are all those deaths that I crossed on the straw I have not been able to pierce the wall of my mirror

I have had to learn life word by word

As one forgets

I love you for your wisdom which is not mine

For health

I love you against everything that is but illusion

For the immortal heart that I do not possess

You believe you are doubt you are only reason

You are the great sun which makes me drunk

When I am sure of me.

Paul Eluard

In poverty she is envious. In riches she is a snob. Money does not change the sickness, it changes the symptoms. J Steinback.

Monday Morning Thought

How many times have you compromised somewhere between maximum potential and minimum daily requirements? That’s just human nature you may say; but there is grave inherent danger in following this so-called natural path. It doesn’t take long for the minimum you must do to become the maximum you are willing to do. And when this required minimum becomes your chosen maximum, the product of your life is mediocrity. That’s how we lose a great portion of that valuable commodity called imagination. We settle for a diet of minimum effort, minimum risk, and minimum accomplishment.