We are all pure perfection, desperately trying to be something we already are. Life is not a struggle. Life is a song and we were all born to dance. ~Anita Krizzan
and we are stardust and mud and heart and bone and edges and wells…….let it all be here…..may our tender knowings inform the darkest hours….
From time immemorial it has been one of the deepest longings of the human heart to strain against the erosion of one’s life, to find a way of living and being that manages to find some stable ground within time, a place from where something eternal can be harvested from our disappearance. This is what all art strives for: the creation of a living permanence. It is what we are secretly doing when we become parents: endeavoring to maintain our continuity beyond our own ending. The harvesting of transience is what we also are attempting in choosing the form of life we live. When we arrive on earth, we are provided with no map for our life journey. The challenge is to find a way of life that will be in harmony with your gifts and needs. Behind each face there is a unique world that no one else can see. This is the mystery of individuality. The creation of the individual is divine masterpiece. We were dreamed for a long time before we were born. Our souls, minds, and hearts fashioned in the divine imagination. Given the uniqueness of each of us, it should not be surprising that one of the greatest challenges is to inhabit our own individuality and to discover which life-form best expresses it. ~John O’Donohue
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. ~Gilda Radner