The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 May 1935
A spider’s cobweb isn’t only its sleeping spring but also its food trap. African
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 11 June 1927,
The problem with finding the easiest way, is that the
enemy already booby trapped it.
The Boon of Discontent by C J Dennis
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honour the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.”
― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
― Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina
The Dawn (Sydney, NSW : 1888 – 1905) , Tuesday 15 May 1888,
Men grow old, pearls grow yellow, there is no cure for it.
In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.
– Albert Schweitzer
― Antonio Machado
but the corset had the odd power of making her seem somehow more naked; it turned her into a forbidden, armored creature with a soft side inside he had to hunt for.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
“People tend to consider being vulnerable a bad thing. It’s not. Vulnerability reminds us that we’re human. It keeps us open to giving and receiving love. Without at least a little, we can become someone living n a prison of our own making, where the walls are so thick that no one can get in or out.”
― Jodee Blanco, Please Stop Laughing at Me… One Woman’s Inspirational Story
― Sharon Salzberg, A Heart as Wide as the World: Stories on the Path of Lovingkindness
I like to connect to people in the virtual world,
exchanging thoughts and ideas, when in the physical
world we might never have the opportunity to cross paths.
– Demi Moore
Reflections on a Simple Twist of Fate: Literature, Art and Parkinson’s Disease ― Constantine E. Scaros,
“As is often the case when I travel, my vulnerability – like not knowing what the hell I’m going to do upon arrival — makes me more open to outside interactions than I might be when I’m at home and think I know best what needs to be done. On the road, serendipity is given space to enter my life.”
― Andrew McCarthy, The Longest Way Home: One Man’s Quest for the Courage to Settle Down
― Stephen King, Night Shift
“It didn’t seem the right time to tell him where the worst monsters hide. They conceal themselves cleverly inside our heads and wait for the moments we’re at our most vulnerable – bedtime, or when we’re sick or anxious.”
― Helen Brown, Cleo
Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Two Years On
I want to write a poem about gardening,watering the veggie patch & how it reduces things down to a manageablesize. To write a poem about putting onanother load of washing, takingthe rubbish out, catching the bus home.I want to cut a word here & there:trimming flowers before arrangingthem in a vase. To write a poemabout yoga: feeling vulnerable, inflexible,briefly graceful. A poem that tells youto be gentle, that there is time.
© Elizabeth Allen