Archive for November, 2014

November 25, 2014

“Rebirth is a resource of life”

In Carol Drinkwater’s memoir The Olive Farm, she and her partner wait out a week of heavy rains inside their ramshackle old villa on their olive farm in the south of France. When the skies finally clear, Drinkwater walks her terraces to take stock of the damage and – to her surprise – the rejuvenation that now mark the land. One particular sight takes her breath away:

The orange trees, dead as mummies when we bought the house [a year ago] and which we have watched creeping back to life throughout the summer months, are now sharp, five feet tall, brilliant green spheres of life. And, what is more miraculous to me, they are laden with round green balls. Minuscule oranges.

Such renascence hardly seems possible. I close my eyes. I store that fact that rebirth is a resource of life. . . . Some creeping shadow warns me that I will need to keep it in mind.

Rebirth is a resource of life. How beautiful and how true. The earth is resilient. Nature is resilient. We are resilient. Even from a point of hopelessness, from an appearance of atrophy or extinction, we can bounce back to health and brilliance. All that is needed are time and proper care.

Never give up on anything, or anyone. Never judge a landscape, or a person, by its outward appearance. What lies beneath and within is a dazzling energy that may soon burst forth again.

November 18, 2014

The feeling of love

Wisdom from Winnie-the-Pooh:

Piglet: “How do you spell love?”
Pooh: “You don’t spell love, you feel it.”

 

November 16, 2014

Scatter the seeds of happiness

Thought for the day, courtesy of Robert Louis Stevenson:

There is no duty so overrated as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.

Get sowing! 🙂

November 13, 2014

Let the wrong/right path be yours alone

Thought of the day:

To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.
~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Amen to that. Above all else, be yourself.

November 12, 2014

It’s the heaviness in life that launches flight

I like this passage from the book The Road is How by Canadian naturalist Trevor Herriot:

Is there a way to love, I wonder, without ever scaring one another? Without the descent off rooftops and into old age, without knowing the fear in one another’s eyes? Somehow in this life, it is the heaviness that lets a bird launch into flight, and the uncertainty ahead that makes us walk new pathways.

In other words, take the fear with the love, the heaviness with the lightness, the uncertainty with the sureness, and be grateful. For without these former elements, we would never know the grace of the latter.

November 11, 2014

On this day, we remember

In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.

Lest we forget.

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November 10, 2014

Find love by knocking down the walls around it

Thought of the moment, courtesy of Rumi:

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

November 4, 2014

The secret to a rich life? It’s in each individual thread

I recommend reading the book Outside, an enchanting and mystical collection of short stories by Barry Lopez. The anthology’s last story in particular expresses the idea of life as a tapestry composed of hundreds of exquisite threads, each deserving of our notice and care, and together forming a beauty that shimmers far beyond the reach of words.

In “Empira’s Tapestry,” the narrator Marlis stands in awe of a magnificent tapestry woven by her mysterious friend Empira. The tapestry depicts “a wilderness scene of bright sunlight over a canyon,” and it stuns Marlis with its intricacy and radiance, as she expresses in this passage:

When I first looked at [Empira’s tapestry] I thought it had to be a painting, so fine was her weave. Only with my glasses on could I distinguish the threads from one another or, more amazing, the boundaries between colors. A hundred spools of thread pegged on a board ran the spectrum from plum through saffron to ruby red, with dozens of shades of blue and green and hues of brown.

Marlis struggles for words to compliment Empira on the depth of her skill, but Empira has a simple explanation for her handiwork:

It’s each individual thread, Marlis. Tying off each single thread. Pulling them from the spools, holding them to the light, feeling their tension, like violin strings, before they become part of the pattern.

Empira then draws a lovely parallel between the care she has taken in weaving the tapestry and the care many of us fail to take with the threads in our own lives:

We suspect so little of what goes on in the world, of what is happening or has happened to us. We don’t gather the threads, Marlis. We let them go and then the wind weaves them. We let go and float. We eddy up along the river somewhere, most of us, and just wait out our time.

The threads of your life, if gathered and appreciated for their own unique qualities, create a rich and striking tapestry that is yours alone. The key, Lopez reminds us, is to discern the line and shape of each individual thread, to turn it over in your hands and appreciate what it has to offer, then to tie it with care and understanding into the bigger picture that is your life.

Only you can weave the tapestry of your life – but you have to dedicate yourself to the task first.

November 2, 2014

Live surrounded by light

Thought for the day, from my Yogi Tea bag:

Live light,
travel light,
spread the light,
be the light.