Category Archives: BEING

She learns to listen to her own heart and maintain her strength even as she hides these away beneath the scarf. She knows that sometimes the strongest force is a hidden one. JOY LUCK CLUB.

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A Poem: The Red Scarf

“I like your red scarf.” the worn lady said as she looked at the ground which served as her bed.

Our eyes never met though her words hung in my ears,

and as I walked on they became sharp and clear.

Rushing back to her corner she was still there – I gave her my scarf which she wrapped round her hair.

She looked up at me from her home on the ground, her words were soft so I knelt myself down.

“You didn’t just listen you heard what I said. It’s the warmth I was craving not the beautiful red.”

The gloves on my hands came off as well and I stood up to leave this poor woman’s hell.

As I walked away she called, “Come see me again! I’m always right here.” But she left that corner with me that day and in my mind is held dear.

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1 1 1 1 1 1 1 alexandrelunoisp00andruoft_0216The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 24 March 1928,

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I know perfection is a chance effect Of uninflected being, that to reflect Will break the mirror that preserves your face . . .

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“Know all things to be like this:

A mirage, a cloud castle,

A dream, an apparition,

Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen.

 

Know all things to be like this:

As the moon in a bright sky

In some clear lake reflected,

Though to that lake the moon has never moved.

 

Know all things to be like this:

As an echo that derives

From music, sounds and weeping,

Yet in that echo is no melody.

 

Know all things to be like this:

As a magician makes illusions

Of horses, oxen, carts, and other things,

Nothing is as it appears.” 

 

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The she-monkey, even if dressed up in silk, remains a monkey.

Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda

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“The story is even Bill Wilson, a founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, couldn’t overcome the sex monkey on his back, and spent his sober life cheating on his wife and filled with guilt.”

― Chuck Palahniuk

Retire to the centre of your being, which is calmness.

Paramahansa Yogananda

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“Balance. It was all about balance. That had been one of the first things that she had learned: the centre of the seesaw has neither up nor down, but upness and downness flow through it while it remains unmoved. You had to be the centre of the seesaw so the pain flowed through you, not into you. It was very hard. But she could do it!”

― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

If any be unhappy, let him remember that he is unhappy by reason of himself alone. For God hath made all men to enjoy felicity and constancy of good.”

― Epictetus, The Golden Sayings of Epictetus

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Constancy is the complement of all other human virtues

Giuseppe Mazzini

Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.”

― Jean Toomer

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There is nothing more depressing,
than having everything,
and still feeling sad.
– Janet Jackson

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.”

-Rene Magritte

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“Sometimes paper is only paper,” my mother says. “Words are just words. Ways to capture the real thing. Don’t be afraid to remember that.”

I know what she means. Writing, painting, singing-it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.”

― Ally Condie, Reached

Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down.

― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

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“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, or happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than man could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace. It does a bullet no good to go fast; and a man, if he be truly a man, no harm to go slow; for his glory is not at all in going, but in being.”
― John Ruskin

My whole being was seeking for something still unknown which might confer meaning upon the banality of life.

C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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“My therapist shared a theory she had come across, and I liked it. It held that before making your next journey in this life, your soul sits at a large, circular conference table and chooses the souls who are going to be a part of your life. As for which particular people would be chosen, I figured they would be individuals from previous lives with whom there was still unfinished business.”

Melissa Gilbert, Prairie Tale: A Memoir