"For the past thirtythree years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself this question: 'If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?' And whenever the answer has been 'No' for too many days in a row, I knew I needed to change something."
"I don't have any idea of who or what God is. But I do believe in some great spiritual power. I feel it particularly when I’m out in nature. It’s just something that's bigger and stronger than what I am or what anybody is. I feel it. And it's enough for me."
Jane Goodall Excerpts from "Reason for Hope. A Spiritual Journey"
"Each one of us matters, has a role to play, and makes a difference in this world. Each one of us must take responsibility for our own lives, and above all, show respect and love for all living things around us. Especially for each other."
These words, were found over twenty years ago in the US edition of Cosmopolitan Magazine. The amazing and inspiring Sabine Asgodom read them that
day, and has since held on to those words all these years. Sharing them
in her books, and her speeches. Thank Sabine, I was able to find
And simply for my love of lilacs. I had to share this today.
There's a beautiful and passionate and playful truth in these words.
"You get a strange feeling when you are about to leave a place. you will not only miss the people you love, but you will miss the person you are now, at this time and this place, because you will never be this way ever again. But you are excited for the person you are swimming towards and look forward to the new you that awaits in the distance."
Azar Nafisi Excerpts from "Reading Lolita in Tehran"
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what
you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring
your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own
sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become
shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can
dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the
accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be
faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can
see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source
your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live
with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to
know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and
bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want
to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when
all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her book, THE INVITATION (c) 1999.
Published by HarperONE, San Francisco. All rights reserved. Presented
with permission of the author. www.oriah.org My Beautiful Words on Facebook
"I can still remember what it feels like to love with all my heart"
[June 28, 1908 - December 26, 2010]
Photograph: Joyce Tenneson
"While Joyce was photographing for her book in a senior citizen home in Sacramento, California, she happened to notice Elva Azzara. Joyce felt that Elva was fragile like a bird, with beautiful hands. As she photographed, she asked Elva to tell her readers something personal and Elva closed her eyes to think. At that moment, Joyce pushed the shutter release and caught a very special moment.
When Elva opened her eyes she said, 'I can still remember what it feels like to love with all my heart'. This photograph and these words are the last page and words of the book, 'Wise Women'."
[From Joyce Tenneson's book, "Wise Women"]
This book, is one of the most treasured books I have. I find beauty in the photographs. But more so, beautiful in these wise women, in their stories... The unspoken stories.
"The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word "Mother" and the most beautiful call is the call of "My Mother". It is a word full of hope and love, a sweet and kind word coming from the depths of the heart. The mother is everything. She is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness."
Thank you for having the word 'mon' in you. That is french for 'mine', in case you weren't aware and it makes me think of you as 'my day'. And quite frankly, that sounds like a much more promising way to start the week."