The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

Bertrand Russel

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Friday, November 29, 2013

Take one Step in that Direction


Man, are you happy?


You must be careful when you ask people whether they’re happy;
it’s a question that can upset them a great deal.
François Lelord


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Life can sometimes seem like a quest to achieve happiness. Certainly that is an underlying goal in Western and Eastern cultures. Many of us say, “Once I find my soul mate, then I’ll be happy” or, “If I get that promotion, then I’ll be happy” or, “Once I’m making this or that income, then I’ll be happy.” Woven within the mere thought itself is a sense of being “less than” you want to be, which therefore makes you less happy than you were before that thought even arrived.

Some might argue that it’s not the conditions of our lives that make us happy (although some can certainly help at times), it’s the way we relate to ourselves and our lives that provide the happiness. It’s the way we walk through life.

In other words, we’re always practicing something. If we spend our time wrestling with negative, excessive worrying, or hopeless thoughts, we’re practicing unhappiness. If we spend our time noticing and acknowledging these unhelpful habits of the mind, without judgment, we can then choose to turn our attention to matters that walk in line with greater happiness and sense of peace.

In the realm of behavioral therapy, a therapist might say, "What would you be doing differently if you were happy?" Some people might answer, “I’d be smiling more” or, “I’d be riding my bike” or, “I’d be spending giving more to others.”

Then the response from the therapist would be: “Now let’s put these into action.”

Sometimes we need to put our feet in front of our heads and then our thoughts and emotions will follow. We don’t have to climb Mount Everest, but if all we can do is take even one step in that direction, it can make a difference.

By Elisha Goldstein, Ph.D.




    
Glück ist flüchtig, kaum zu fassen. Es tut gut, sich sein zu lassen.
Happiness is fleeting, hard to grasp. It feels good to allow yourself to be.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

"Punching at nothing but the Breeze"

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making his way down the street?
If you've ever seen a one-legged dog then you've seen me

Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat?
If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you've ever seen a one-armed man then you've seen me

Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

These things that have comforted me, I drive away
This place that is my home I cannot stay
My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display

Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free?
If you've ever seen a one-legged man then you've seen me

Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler


Have ever seen a one-legged doll then you've seen me.



Monday, November 25, 2013

The old Man and the Sea

It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought. “Nothing,” he said aloud. “I went out too far.” - Ernest Hemingway, The old Man and the Sea

I wrote to you.

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Electromagnetic Forces

Though free to think and act, we are held together, like the stars in the firmament, with ties inseparable. These ties cannot be seen, but we can feel them. - Nikola Tesla


It's too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Last Flowers Requiem for a Dream - Radiohead


Saturday, November 23, 2013

Compilation of the Heart - Golden

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. - Ernest Hemingway
  
You expected to be sad in the fall.
Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light.
But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.
Ernest Hemingway





Friday, November 22, 2013

Compilation of the Heart - Sidewalk


Cellphone camera - sorry!
  
"The moment that you feel, just possibly, you are walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind
and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself...
That is the moment, you might be starting to get it right."
Neil Gaiman


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

One Silver Thread

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so thin
  


Sunday, November 17, 2013

Friday, November 15, 2013

Qui dormit, non peccat

Those who don't feel this Love / pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn / like a cup of spring water / or take in sunset like supper, those who don't / want to change, let them sleep. [...] If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. / I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds / and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, / wrap your beautiful robe of words / around you, and sleep.  - Rumi, Ode 314
~
You can't wake a person who only pretends to be asleep. Let them sleep.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Be(come) Conscious.

If you can't take a hint from life, life will hit you. - Carl Gustav Jung


But also prepare for your chances, so when the moment arrives to jump, jump.


Das gezeichnete Ich

Nur zwei Dinge/Only two things - Gottfried Benn
*the marked/branded I

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Immersion

There are things so deep and complex that only intuition can reach it in our stage of development as human beings. - John Astin


Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current
   
of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to
   
know everything, because it's all written there.”

   
"Everything is written in the Soul of the World,
   
and there it will stay forever."

    
"Listen to your Heart. It knows all things, because it came from the
   
Soul of the World, and it will one day return there."

Paulo Coelho – The Alchemist



Sunday, November 10, 2013

Up where We belong

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings. - Gustave Flaubert


Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world, few hearts survive
All I know is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep it alive

Love lift us up where we belong






Saturday, November 9, 2013

Tossing and Turning

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Compilation of the Heart - Who do you think you are?


"If you expect nothing from anybody*,
you’re never disappointed."


Sylvia Plath

*except the worst


I would  agree to it with this little annotation. It's what we learn about life, what we need to be prepared for.



Expectations are dangerous, not only because they are painful when they're not met, but also because they are poisonous to ourselves.
Especially when they concern other people, we're easily tricked into thinking that this other person is what we think they are, but we've never been this other person, never truly experienced who they are, but know only our impressions of them.
Further, expectations are things for the brain. The brain that calculates and estimates and does the job of brains.
Expectations are poisonous, because they're an expression of a certain righteousness, what do we think we are, we deserve?
But in a relationship with other people disappointment can rarely be avoided. And that is because we hope, seeing the potential of humans. Our hopes are the expression of our heart, they tell us who we truly are. If we stop hoping for the best, we've died a little.
If you encounter somebody, don't expect, though your brain might; but hope! 

 
Compilation of the Heart


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Compilation of the Heart - There's always a hidden Gem. Always!

Compilation of the Heart



Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
   

we must carry it with us or we find it not.

Ralph Waldo Emerson



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Whisper


Deafened by the voice of desire
you are unaware
the Beloved lives
in the core of your heart.
Stop
the noise
and you will hear
His voice in the silence.

Rumi 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Bye bye, Miss American Pie


memento mori

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?




Friday, November 1, 2013

Compilation of the Heart - Wanderer on Earth


Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other. - Paolo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another.
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
Milan Kundera