there’s a world beyond this world that you need to tune into. pick up the universe like a radio signal. fall in love with white noise. inspire and be inspired and realize that it’s just human to love so many at once. love yourself. it’s something that took me a long time to learn but it’s one of the most important things that no one has ever taught me but myself. forget about the weight that you need to lose and the way your skin doesn’t fit your bones the way that you want them to. don’t let your body dictate what your heart is made out of. let the world in and sooner or later people will see the oceans pouring out of you. you’ll walk down the street and someone will mistake you for the sky. you are beautiful because you let yourself feel and that is a brave thing indeed. treasure the company of being alone. think of solitude as another friend for you to hold hands with in the dark. you shouldn’t be afraid when even the night is too afraid to chase its own tail. you have clipped wings and scars from when people told you that you were too young and too human and too weak to try to scale the troposphere with your eyes closed but you were born from the earth and you were born from a wave of your mother’s love and you will end up somewhere in a horizon between the two. write letters to people you don’t know and tell them that they are beautiful. a nine-year-old girl wrote me a letter for christmas and said ‘i don’t know you but i was told you were beautiful and you were kind and wonderful and i don’t doubt it for a second.’ love those who you’ve never seen. the intangibilities are the reasons i fall in love so easily in the first place. touch people without your hands and they’ll remember you longer than if you found them with your hand on their leg one night at a dive bar. give yourself up to carnal pleasures and taste the ripe fruit of being eighteen and in love with the promise of goodbyes, but remember that you are always looking for someone that you can say hello, hello, hello to without ever worrying about the front door shutting for the last time. love and be loved. everyone is human. hold your aunt in your arms while she cries on your front lawn. don’t let your father go out to watch the movie he wanted to watch with you alone. everything goes back to how much you see. look out. there is a world outside your window where wind chimes know your name. fall in love so often that you can’t tell where you last left your heart. let me hold you in my mouth. make love to your senses. remember that you are only human. remember. you are not the skin that you were born into, but something tenfold, a hundred times more than that.
I don’t usually reblog but damn. That’s good stuff.
tldr: fall in love so often that you can’t tell where you last left your heart
A French genetic scientist may seem like an unusual person to hold the title - but Matthieu Ricard is the world’s happiest man, according to researchers at the University of Wisconsin. And he says you can get the feeling too, with meditation.
settle in the here and now settle in the here and now reach down into the center where the world is not spinning and drink in this holy peace feel relief flood into every cell nothing to do nothing to be but what you are already nothing to receive but what flows effortlessly from the mystery into form. nothing to run from or run toward just this breath awareness knowing itself as embodiment just this breath awareness waking up to truth
Let go of the ways you thought life would unfold: the holding of plans or dreams or expectations – Let it all go. Save your strength to swim with the tide. The choice to fight what is here before you now will only result in struggle, fear, and desperate attempts to flee from the very energy you long for. Let go. Let it all go and flow with the grace that washes through your days whether you received it gently or with all your quills raised to defend against invaders. Take this on faith; the mind may never find the explanations that it seeks, but you will move forward nonetheless. Let go, and the wave’s crest will carry you to unknown shores, beyond your wildest dreams or destinations. Let it all go and find the place of rest and peace, and certain transformation.
A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way — an honorable way — in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, “The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.”
Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It’s beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me,” I’d love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, “I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.”
Life partners need not be narrowly defined; they can be exes, children, best friends or lovers.
“Well,” I said. “Like how sometimes you can be friends with someone, and then it turns romantic, and then you’re friends again. Like with Dad and me. Or romantic like Bryn and me were, and then he and I became friends.”
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Although negative emotions are sometimes seen as poisons this is a bad analogy. A poison is something that is alien to the body and needs to be expelled and we talk of cleansing. Negative emotions are definitely not alien to the body and cannot be expelled or cleansed in that way. Rather they require compassion and wisdom to understand their source and how they work in us because they are one potential within us that we can know but choose not to bring into the world.
4 months ago I was diagnosed with Alopecia. A month later I had lost all of my hair. I was scared to come to school because I thought everyone would stare at me. The next morning I heard a knock on my door and ten of my friends were standing on my porch with freshly shaved heads. Two of them were girls. They’re the best friends ever. GMH
You find your genius by looking in the mirror of your life. Your visible image shows your inner truth, so when you’re estimating others, what you see is what you get. It therefore becomes critically important to see generously, or you will get only what you see; to see sharply, so that you discern the mix of traits rather than a generalized lump; and to see deeply into dark shadows, or else you will be deceived. - James Hillman
The creative gift has very complex origins; you’re accumulating and digesting experience, trying to discover its meanings, instead of stuffing it into a closet and moving on to whatever happens to you next. Every experience you have is a lesson in how to live for the next one and if you never learn anything from the experiences of the past, you never mature either as a person or as an artist. - Stanley Kunitz, Art And The Practice Of Being Yourself
Here’s the truth. We love wide open. We love people who deserve it and people who don’t. We love people who have held us through our darkest nights and people who have left us for dead by the side of the road. We love people who have earned our trust and people who should never have had it in the first place. And it cracks us wide open, over and over again.