عشق ورزیدن حکمت است و نفرت، حماقت. در این دنیا که داریم هر روز بیشتر به هم نزدیک میشویم، باید یاد بگیریم که یکدیگر را تحمل کنیم. باید یاد بگیریم با این واقعیت کنار بیاییم، آدمهایی هم هستند که حرفایی میزنند که ما دوست نداریم
Forever moaning that our little two up, two down is too small for us now (which it is!) but the woodland views from our back window make me super reluctant to pack up those boxes. Sunshine or snow, a picture just doesn't do it justice!! #nothingness#peaceful
Divorce may flow or blow. I chose to #flow .🌊
The word itself, from Latin divortium "separation, dissolution of marriage," 💔 is immediately perceived as negative. Even the words "separation" and "dissolution" may imply an isolation and transition to #nothingness for some.
From where I'm standing the view is not as bleak as that.
A contract is ending. Simply. And while emotions are a VERY real part and in many cases a driving force behind the #divorce experience, they neither have to be limiting or even negative. 👍
As one contract ends, a new one begins; this time with yourself. And writing that contract can be an exciting adventure as you discover: Who do I get to be next? 🔑
#Open doors. Don't close them. Let the flow flow... #Life knows where to go.🙏
"It can be but myself I crucify." - Lesson 196, A Course In Miracles ❤
It is impossible that someone else can cause you hurt but your own thoughts. Once you understand this, you will be liberated. Once you embrace this, you will see your brothers and sisters as yourself. Then there's no need for crucifixion. Then there's no death or birth. 💚
This picture was taken in Wangdue, the 2nd largest district in Bhutan. It reminds me of 2 of Wands in the Tarot Cards. 2 of Wands signifies that you have experienced the physical world and you have somewhat tasted the spiritual world. Now, the decision is yours if you would step through that gateway between the 2 worlds into the unseen realm. What could be holding you back if you know it is only YOU who you will be meeting beyond the gateway? ❤
"Baby just ask once more
'Cause I saw your door wide open,
but the floor is still freezing.
Hailey, I was sick and I'm still quite unwell. Tell me it's you or nothing at all. 'Cause I stole your soul
You said I'd never be able
But oh, the whole world is still on my string Second time now and you've done this before Drive around the back so I can't see them, But you're still freezing. Let me take your coat and your keys and this car,
'Cause I’ve been unwell far too long now. 'Cause I stole your soul
You said I’d never be able
But oh, the whole world is still on my string, oh But oh, the whole world is still on my string And oh, the whole world is still on my string,
Yeah, is still on my string (It's never much when I sing about you.)"
I often think about her death, about why she had to leave her human body. I loved to see the world reflected in her eyes as her soul was beaming out. Bodies are coincidencies. Souls are not. Some meetings are as obvious as they are mysterious, as much answers as they are questions.
I think about what I did right and what I did wrong in the weeks before she left. What I did right I can’t take credit for, I was driven by a force I didn’t know. What I did wrong was all my responsibility. It wasn’t serious, only stupid, but I still feel ashamed. Luckily, during her final days the force took over me completely. Even though I didn't know the days were final, I simply did what I had to do. None of this can be properly expressed.
She has been dead for ten years now, or eleven. I don’t want to think about time. The moment I learned she had died, she instantly had been dead for an eternity. Nothing can make eternity smaller, more manageable or make it change into something else. Eternity can’t exist in this world. Here everything must end, here eternity can only be interpreted as void.
I had to learn to do everything again. Brushing my teeth was different when she was dead. Making a cup of coffee, speaking to people, getting dressed - it all had to be re-learned. As if my hands weren’t mine anymore. As if my words didn’t belong to me. As if I had been made to speak a foreign language. And then there were the birds, the sound of wings. Eventually her presence lessened
I often think about her death, about why she had to leave her human body. I recently heard her son has a newborn child. Life goes on. Death goes on. A new world is born. How eternally delighted she must be.
The only true prayer: Be Thy Will
Note on the art: being a very sloppy artist I had let my brush dry with ink in it. Instead of rinsing it before starting a new painting I decided to use it as it was. At first stiff, then gradually loosened by fresh ink.