Category Archives: VULNERABILITY

Words are like the spider’s web: a shelter for the clever ones and a trap for the not-so-clever. Madagascar

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 May 1935

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A spider’s cobweb isn’t only its sleeping spring but also its food trap.   African

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 11 June 1927,

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The problem with finding the easiest way, is that the
enemy already booby trapped it.

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Once a naked troglodyte, On a bitter Winter’s night, Sat and shivered in his cave the whole night through!

The Boon of Discontent by C J Dennis

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“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

However big the whale may be, the tiny harpoon can rob him of life.

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On the whales’ road

They found a Neanderthal skull in the North Sea,

shallow sea that was land.  Just a bone left,

shielded once in its skim of skin like the soft lives

running their course above on the whales’ road.

He’s his own message in a bottle, delivered by sea

as the fire takes messages to the questionable gods.

http://redroomcompany.org/poem/graeme-miles/whales-road/

 

 

 

 

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.”

― Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina

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DAWN 1888The Dawn (Sydney, NSW : 1888 – 1905) , Tuesday 15 May 1888,

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But don’t hunt for dissonance: There is no such thing; People dance to all tunes.”

― Antonio Machado

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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

There just isn`t any pleasing some people. The trick is to stop trying. –

Robert Mitchum

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“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

 

Vulnerability in the face of constant change is what we share, whatever our present condition.”

― Sharon Salzberg, A Heart as Wide as the World: Stories on the Path of Lovingkindness

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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

 

 

Without the quest, there can be no epiphany.”

Reflections on a Simple Twist of Fate: Literature, Art and Parkinson’s Disease  ― Constantine E. Scaros,

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“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

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

― Stephen King, Night Shift

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“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

The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

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“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

Yoga is 99% practice and 1% theory. Sri Krishna Pattabhi Jois

http://www.lexiyoga.com/yoga-quotes

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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

http://overland.org.au/previous-issues/issue-204/poem-elizabeth-allen/