Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Happy V_ Day


If it were not for hopes, the heart would break . How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend. Love begins indeed with small things. Maybe, sometimes, even with an egg shell!

Happy Valentine's day, to each of you today!

As we walked inside I said to the florist,

"I need a long-stemmed rose for my lady to carry while we go shopping.

"The florist, a rather unromantic type, replied, "We sell them by the dozen."

"I don't need a dozen," I said, "just one.""Well," he replied haughtily,

"it will cost you two dollars.""Wonderful," I exclaimed.

"There's nothing worse than a cheap rose."

Selecting the rose with some deliberation, I handed it to my friend. She was so impressed! And the cost? Just a little and some imagination and care.

Just a bit later she looked up and said, " I seem to be the only woman here, in today, carrying a rose." And I believe she probably was.

Remember, it is not the amount that matters but the thought and care that often has the greatest impact upon those you love.

People ask what must they become to be loving. The answer is ‘nothing.’ It is a process of letting go of what you thought you had become and allowing your true nature to float to the surface naturally." -- Stephen Levine

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Good or Evil: The one I feed



In black you can read the word GOOD, in white the word EVIL (inside each black letter is a white letter). It's all very physiological too, because it visualize the concept that good can't exist without evil (or the absence of good is evil ).


Think of this poem called ‘The Eagle and the Wolf’:

There is a great battle
That rages inside me.

One side is a soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for
Is good and true and beautiful.

It soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
It lays its eggs on the mountaintops.

The other side of me is a howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf
Represents the worst that is in me.

He eats upon my downfalls
And justifies himself by
his presence in the pack.

Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed