April 29, 2010
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The tide of friendship does not rise high on the banks of perfection. Amiable weaknesses and shortcomings are the food of love. It is from the roughness and imperfect breaks in a man that you are able to lay hold of him…
My friends are not perfect – no more than I – and so we suit each other admirably. It is one of the charitable dispensations of Providence that perfection is not essential to friendship.
This post is inspired from the writings of Alexander Smith, a Scottish poet.
Painting: Reflections by Doris Joa
April 19, 2010
The river of time is ever changing, constantly moving.
Though you may wish to hold on to a certain season of your life, the seasons change.
You can hold each changing moment with an open hand, knowing that it will be fill again with something new.
Hold things lightly instead of clutching them tightly.
A clenched fist grows stiff and tired from holding on, while an open hand is able to give and receive freely.
Allowing the ebb and flow to move easily creates room for grace to enter.
“Hold Things Lightly”
April 14, 2010
Life is a series of miracles.
Some positive. Some negative.
We create our own reality. That to me is a miracle, no matter what the reality may be.
You could get your Ph.D. at Harvard, or you could give up and live homeless on the streets.
You could rise to the top of your profession, or you could flounder around unable to find the key to so-called success.
Is any one of the above any more a miracle than the other? No. They are all the miracle of creation.
No matter what you have brought forth as the conditions of your life, they are the miracle of creation.
You recreate your life every day.
The miracle you seek is at your fingertips.