‘My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.’
‘It is essential to realize and embrace the paradox that while no one can go through your journey for you, you are not alone. Everyone is on the same journey. Everyone shares the same pains, the same confusions, the same fears, which if put out between us, lose their edges and so cut us less.’ -Mark Nepo
‘There’s a sun in every person–the you we call companion.‘ -Rumi
Introduction to Walt Whitman’s journal, Specimen Days, by Leslie Jamison:
‘Whitman initially journeyed to the battlefields of the Civil War for personal reasons. After seeing a name he feared was his brother George listed among wartime casualties, in December 1962, he headed to Fredericksburg, where he discovered George had only suffered minor facial lacerations. But this was just the beginning. Whitman started visiting soldiers in hospitals-tens of thousand, all told-and doing what he could: writing letters to families, dressing wounds, bringing treats-rice pudding or blackberry syrup. He once distributed ice cream to all eighteen wards of Carver Hospital.
The goal of a life is to have nothing essential left by the time it leaves its body, the way a flame uses up its wick. This is not sad but as it should be.
Let’s be honest
which doesn’t mean
being harsh, but gentle.
Let’s be clear
which doesn’t mean being dispassionate, but
holding each other up
in the face of what is true.
Let’s be enduring
which doesn’t mean
being important or famous,
but staying useful like a wheel
worn by rain after years of
carrying each other’s burdens.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.
‘The wound is the place where the light enters you.’
A new and beautiful young voice.
‘There are moments in Nature when all the millions of detached details are placed in perfect perspective. It is the cumulative effect of humility and wonder. The sky lights up with phenomenon and for no apparent reason, so does our life. These moments wash over us like the first rains of the season. For how many days, months, years have we missed this feeling of belonging and semblance? For how long have we failed to trust that we are going somewhere beautiful and good? We shake the settled dust out of our muscles and stare into the expanse. We don’t know where we’re going but there are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.’
-Shannon O’Neill Creighton
‘Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.’
You already are love because you are inescapably a part of love itself.
-Science of Mind
I don’t even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
when I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day.
“Citing 13th-century Persian poet and philosopher Rumi‘s famous line — “the eye of the heart, which is seventy-fold and of which these two sensible eyes are only the gleaners” — Schumacher revisits the notion of perceiving with something other than the intellect:
The power of “the Eye of the Heart,” which produces insight, is vastly superior to the power of thought, which produces opinions.
This is the process of gaining adaequatio, of developing the instrument capable of seeing and thus understanding the truth that does not merely inform the mind but liberates the soul.
Ideas produce insight and understanding, and the world of ideas lies within us. The truth of ideas cannot be seen by the senses but only by that special instrument sometimes referred to as “the Eye of the Heart,” which, in a mysterious way, has the power of recognizing truth when confronted with it.”