“Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, “Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody.” … [My dark side says,] I am no good… I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the “Beloved.” Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
Seven the things that tempt us,
Nine the time of day,
Two the distance between us
And there is one way.
Green the thought love rests in,
White the thought that parts,
Black the shadow tests us
With our destroying arts.
A sign is enough to live by,
A shape we make in air;
A long line of time we follow.
Does it lead us anywhere?
Life is like a grindstone, whether it grinds him down or polishes him depends on the stuff he is made of.
Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.”
― Karen Marie Moning
Perhaps passing through the gates of death
is like passing quietly through the gate
in a pasture fence. On the other side,
you keep walking, without the need to
look back. No shock, no drama, just the
lifting of a plank or two in a simple
wooden gate in a clearing.
Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow.
|Lizard, lizard on the wall.
I don’t mind spiders, I don’t mind bugs,
I can coexist in peace with worms and slugs.
What I can’t stand, if anything at all..
Are lizards… They make my skin crawl!
Right through summer, seen around,
Yellow, slimy, makin’ a ‘ tuk-tuk’ sound,
They get to me…big or small,
And then to spot a lizard on my wall!
An eye on the computer…I can’t think,
An eye on the lizard, I can’t blink,
My eyes are frozen, my head in a spin,
How in the world could it get in.
Lizard, lizard on the wall., a poem by Nishu Mathur, India
All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation. – W.H. Auden
Loving oneself isn’t hard, when you understand who and what ‘yourself’ is. It has nothing to do with the shape of your face, the size of your eyes, the length of your hair or the quality of your clothes. It’s so beyond all of those things and it’s what gives life to everything about you. Your own self is such a treasure.
“No matter how many sins you make or how slow you travel back toward God’s valley, you are still way ahead of a person who never made a mistake and doesn’t know what it is like to climb out of a pit of shame and rise above their temptations.”
― Shannon L. Alder
― Richard A. Knaak, The Demon Soul
“If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep.”