I got my first sneak peak into the Zen philosophy yesterday; just a soup in the food for thought.
And it was disturbing. And then marvelous.
Disturbing, because it is most inconvenient to fathom that all you are, and all everybody around you is, is mind-body – the co-existence of certain hardware and certain software.
Marvelous, because thankfully Continue reading “Find yourself at home…”
“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”
~ Mitch Albom
It breaks my heart to have parted ways with so many dear people…people that used to be such a tremendous source of belonging in my life. I don’t know what the future brings, whether these paths might converge again, but I cherish them, I miss them sorely, and I send them love.
In the car, I made a bubble with a bubble gum. On the street, he made a hundred with his bubble guns..
He didn’t sell any bubble guns, but he beautified the scene… And just as the traffic cleared, and I saw him walk by, I saw his last bubble.
And I burst mine.
“Do you know what plant this is?” I asked him, as we stood leaning against the wall.
How often do we try to figure what some plant next to us is?
He took a careful look, his eyes tracing the stems and leaves.
“Good.” I said.
“How did you figure?” he asked me.
“I saw the bud. And how did you?”
“I saw the thorn.”
We chuckled. It pretty much summed up how we look at things.
I look at the good stuff that is hard to find, and he looks at the bad stuff that, though obvious, most people ignore.
“You should put this on your blog,” he said.
When a bird sings, it doesn’t sing for the advancement of music.
~ Alan Watts
Art is pure when it is created to express, rather than impress.
If we can train ourselves to find satisfaction in expression itself, then art is born out of peace of mind, and the sense of wonderment and freedom is never lost.
– If you were to wake up tomorrow with only the things you were grateful for, would you be satisfied?
– If money didn’t exist, would you still be doing what you do for a living?
– If every word you said would get inscribed on your skin, what words would you speak?
– They say that it’s likely that at least one person thinks of you every night before going to bed. Do you know who that could be in your life? Do they feel loved in return?
– What if, with all the good and bad stuff that makes your life right now, life is just as good as it gets? What if you wake up every day for the rest of your life living today over again?
“What do you want for your birthday?”
I was asked.
“A nice day!” I underplayed.
I love surprises. A midnight birthday cake-cutting, some nice little surprises here and there…
But that’s not how it’s going to be every year, I know.
So this time, I said, “I want a nice day! I’m going to buy myself something new, get out into the city, buy me some flowers and do something nice!”
I did buy myself something new. I got a few lovely gifts from my folks, too. I went out with my best friend aka my hubby for a playful afternoon, a long walk and some awesome burgers…and spent dinner-time with my family. (And of course, hubby bought me a box of chocolates and a rose with pretty purple flowers around it.)
I did, have a nice day! 🙂 And the after-glow is going to last a while…