is a blog that I subscribe to and try to read on a fairly regular basis. Today's post (Losing Our Fear of Rest) is a great description of my life. I wish I'd written this paragraph, so I could claim it:
"...I'm the opposite of mindful these days. You know how the Buddhist monks talk about the swinging monkeys of the brain, and how you need to tame them? Well, my monkeys have just spotted a jungle gym inside a McDonald's and are having a grand old time. I don't think they will be settling down anytime soon."
Read the whole post here: http://blog.beliefnet.com/beyondblue/2010/07/mindful-monday-losing-our-fear.html
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, July 08, 2010
It's been a month...
since the love of my life made his transition. The past month has been all but unbearable. It was only yesterday that I was able to have the first positive thought about his leaving me behind. For all of my adult life, he smoothed my way with advice, with caring, with a shoulder to cry on, with a strong arm to lift me up or hold me close. He was always there for me, no matter what. Now he has gone before me, and when I come to join him, he will once again be able to guide me and protect me, the champion of my heart.
Where I am now:
Life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
~Rossiter Worthington Raymond
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ~Colette
Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down. ~Bede Jarrett
Where I aspire to be:
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. ~George Eliot
Where I am now:
Life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
~Rossiter Worthington Raymond
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ~Colette
Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down. ~Bede Jarrett
Where I aspire to be:
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. ~George Eliot
Thursday, July 01, 2010
My best friend has crossed the Bridge...
My best friend has crossed the Bridge.
Ever gentle, kind, humble, wise,
quick to laugh and slow to anger,
With strength and courage,
Holding my hand, he went quietly into the Light
Leaving behind the thundering silence of his absence.
Jason "Doc" Gerbino
June 8, 1941 - June 8, 2010
He was the most noble human being I have ever had the honor to know-- my mentor, my confidant, my confessor, my comforter-- my soul mate. He was my best friend for the past 28 years.
I will miss him forever.
Ever gentle, kind, humble, wise,
quick to laugh and slow to anger,
With strength and courage,
Holding my hand, he went quietly into the Light
Leaving behind the thundering silence of his absence.
Jason "Doc" Gerbino
June 8, 1941 - June 8, 2010
He was the most noble human being I have ever had the honor to know-- my mentor, my confidant, my confessor, my comforter-- my soul mate. He was my best friend for the past 28 years.
I will miss him forever.
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