Yiruma, (이루마) - River Flows in You

Barcelona Gipsy Klezmer Orchestra - Djelem Djelem

"A woman of strength" by Ange Wilcock

A strong woman—or “a woman of strength” as I like to call her—has a resilient spirit and a huge heart. She looks for the gold in every situation.

She endures pain, yet finds pleasure in the trauma. She’s experienced heartache, yet finds the diamond in every piece of her heart as she puts it back together. She needs no one, yet wants everyone. She feels deeply and shows gratitude.

She looks for balance, and she tries—with all her might—to take the highs with the lows, the good with the bad, and the pain with the joy.

Through being strong, she’s discovered what she wants and will pull out all the stops to get it. She’s also discovered this can cause her pain in the moment. If she stops to feel, it propels her forward. If she moves more quickly, it catches up with her and pulls her down.

She gives in to vulnerability when she needs to, yet she takes the time to acknowledge that it is necessary. When she feels it, the whole world knows.

She strives to be authentic at all times, and this can be one of her many blessings, but it can also be her curse, for people can take advantage of her honesty.

She can be quiet, but never still. Remember the saying “still waters run deep”? This is the mind of a strong woman. She may be quiet, but she is always thinking about how she can show up better in the world. She wonders how she can serve—how she can support—and this can drain her energy and leave nothing for herself.

She loves emotional intimacy. She loves to share her deepest, darkest fears with the people she trusts—and she expects them to share in return. She can, at times, forget that not all people are like her.

She fears nothing, yet hides from the crowd to simply observe the landscape. She will emerge when the time is right. For some, this may be never. She becomes the world’s best-kept secret.She has an innate ability to seek out the truth, which means she is not tolerant of lies. She will call you out, not for hurting her, but for lying to her. She opens herself to being hurt, but the truth is—you cannot pull her down.

She is creative and brave, but also cautious about who she shares herself with. Not because she doesn’t trust, but because she’s like a ball of fire when she gets going.

She pushes you to be your best, but her intentions can be misunderstood. She might be accused of not caring—of being selfish or cold—but she just wants to show you the way.

She has high standards for herself and doesn’t always understand why everyone else doesn’t. She is a warrior, so going into battle never worries her. She comes from a place of love and gratitude for all humankind. She keeps her standards high to help raise the vibration of the planet. Her purpose is lost on many, but she still plows on.

She knows her flaws, and she works on them. She sees them as stepping stones toward her ultimate goal of emotional freedom.

She requires space, but not isolation, to be who she is—to love and endure the beauty of life. She wants to experience all the highs and lows, not alone, but with a kindred spirit. When she retreats, she is looking for grace—not solitude.

If you can relate to this strong woman, you are not alone. You are among the few, but connected to many.

Be strong. Be courageous. Be bold.

The world needs you.

Author: Ange Wilcock
Image: Pixabay
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

She let go ~ Rev. Safire Rose

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

~ Rev. Safire Rose

A POTÊNCIA DO AMOR – POR EINSTEIN – TEXTO MARAVILHOSO!

A POTÊNCIA DO AMOR – POR EINSTEIN – TEXTO MARAVILHOSO!: “FRAGMENTO DA ULTIMA CARTA DE EINSTEIN À SUA FILHA LIESERL ! O AMOR... Quando propus a teoria da relatividade, muito poucos me entenderam, e o que lhe reve

Never doubt (a work in progress)

Whatever happened to the Holy Grail

One might wonder

So holy, so frail

So diaphanous on its powerful trail

So elusive and hollow

So visceral its roar

So many fingers, arrows, signals

Keep pointing, spinning, alluring

To a here or a there

Swirling of an undecisive wind rose

The twilight emerges
Gets dimmer
Night descendes
...a starless sky

Whatever happens

The spark is on

Reflective light bounces all around

It whirls past blinded eyes

It ripples through the fabric of aeons

Behold...

Time stands still

Into the vortex we go 

At last the holy is in the grain

   

Ah! Moments like that...

Ever present

Ever knowing

Never doubt!

Celia M Paulo

Half a pint of tears

Water

Running through the fingers

Impossible to seize

Or to cling to

Does it leave a trace

Does it simply vanish

Vaporized into thin air

Too elusive to be noticed

Does it evade interpretation

Once long gone

Steamy and sexy

Now a misty misery

Of near despair.

Celia M Paulo

Feliz São Valentim!

O teu perfume exclusivo
Desperta-me os sentidos
Tanto, que dou por mim, tal qual ávida leitora
Que em braille, vê com os dedos
O sol nascente, nos contornos de teu rosto
Olho-te, olhos nos olhos
E nesse olhar lânguido de prazer
Meu corpo procura o calor do teu
Como um barco que inefavelmente sedento e saudoso
Regressa ao seu oriundo porto de abrigo
Tudo vai, tudo vem
Tu és meu princípio, meu fim
Meu fim, meu começo
Esta ponte
... sol poente
A mar, mar, mar-te
Sou eu.

C M Paulo

This country isn't just carbon neutral — it's carbon negative | Tshering...

"Intention is powerful for my destiny" - Oprah Winfrey

Marianne Williamson on women and religion.

"Walking Prayers" by Gina Loring

Snowfall

Where does it lead
This life we live
Do we know

Where we are going

Do we like

The things life is showing us

What is this life we live
Does it leave a trace
Does it evaporate
Does it bring us closer
To who we are
Do we give up the search
Of self identity
For fear of alienation
In our relations to each other
The anonymity of another winter day
Who are we
Do we seek approval
Regardless of the cost
What does it take
To be faithful to ourselves
Do we mistake love
For fear of loniness
Do we live in dependency
Disguised as relationship
Do we settle for less
Than we deserve to receive
Do we know enough
To give what we want
What do we long for
When our breathes
Share that same room
How do we bring about
The peace within our core
The love within our hearts
How do we live the life
Our soul calls for
...what reminiscences does it bring
A snowflake
Twirling wildly on the wind?

Celia M. Paulo

She Let Go! by Rev. Safire Rose

O convite (The invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer)

'Não me interessa o que você faz para ganhar a vida.

Quero saber o que você deseja ardentemente, se ousa sonhar em atender aquilo pelo qual seu coração anseia.

Não me interessa saber a sua idade.

Quero saber se você se arriscará a parecer um tolo por amor, por sonhos, pela aventura de estar vivo.

Não me interessa saber que planetas estão em quadratura com a sua lua.

Quero saber se tocou o âmago de sua dor, se as traições da vida o abriram ou se você se tornou murcho e fechado por medo de mais dor!

Quero saber se pode suportar a dor, minha ou sua, sem procurar escondê-la, reprimi-la ou narcotizá-la. Quero saber se você pode aceitar alegria, minha ou sua; se pode dançar com abandono e deixar que o êxtase o domine até a ponta dos dedos das mãos ou dos pés, sem nos dizer para termos cautela, sermos realistas, ou nos lembrarmos das limitações de sermos humanos.

Não me interessa se a história que me conta é a verdade.

Quero saber se consegue desapontar outra pessoa para ser autêntico consigo mesmo, se pode suportar a acusação de traição e não trair a sua alma. Quero saber se você pode ver beleza mesmo que ela não seja tão bonita todos os dias, e se pode buscar a origem de sua vida na presença de Deus. Quero saber se você pode viver com o fracasso, seu e meu, e ainda, à margem de um lago, gritar para a lua prateada: ‘Posso!’

Não me interessa onde você mora ou quanto dinheiro tem.

Quero saber se pode levantar-se após uma noite de sofrimento e desespero, cansado, ferido até os ossos, e fazer o que tem de ser feito pelos filhos.

Não me interessa saber quem você é e como veio parar até aqui.

Quero saber se você ficará comigo no centro do incêndio e não se acovardará.

Não me interessa saber onde, o quê, ou com quem você estudou.

Quero saber o que o sustenta a partir de dentro, quando tudo o mais desmorona.

Quero saber se consegue ficar sozinho consigo mesmo e se, realmente, gosta da companhia que tem nos momentos vazios.'

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I JUST SUED THE SCHOOL SYSTEM !!!

Ofra Haza - Love Song (Song of Songs 8:6-7)

EVERYBODY DIES, BUT NOT EVERYBODY LIVES

She was done. (via Adrienne Pieroth)

She was done not fully being herself.

She realized she was the only self she could be—and not being unapologetically true to herself was a disservice to her soul and the world.

She was done listening to the noise of the world. She realized the quiet voice of her own soul was the most beautiful sound.

She was done questioning her motives, her intentions, the call of her soul. She realized questions seek answers, and maybe she already knew the answers.

She was done striving, forcing, pushing through and staying on the hard path. She realized toughing things out might be a sign to pick another path.

She was done with friends that admonished her to be more light and breezy. She realized they didn’t understand she swam in the deep waters of life, she felt at home in their dark depths and died if she lived on the surface.

She was done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pulled her away from the true desires of her soul. She realized that strength of character came from focus and commitment.

She was done not following the desires that yelled out in her soul every day. She realized if she did nothing about them, they died a quiet death that took a piece of her soul with them.

She was done with dinner parties and cocktail hours where conversations skimmed the surface of life. She realized the beverages created distortion and a temporary happiness that wasn’t real and disappeared in the light of the day.

She was done trying to please everyone. She realized it could never be done.

She was done questioning herself. She realized her heart knew the truth and she needed to follow it.

She was done analyzing all the options, weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure everything out before leaping. She realized that taking a leap implied not fully seeing where she landed.

She was done battling with herself, trying to change who she knew herself to be. She realized the world made it hard enough to fully be herself, so why add to the challenge.

She was done worrying, as if worry was the price she had to pay to make it all turn out okay. She realized worry didn’t need to be part of the process.

She was done apologizing and playing small to make others feel comfortable and fit in. She realized fitting in was overrated and shining her light made others brave enough to do the same.

She was done with the should’s, ought to’s and have to’s of the world. She realized the only must’s in her life came from things that beat so strong in her soul, she couldn’t not do them.

She was done with remorse and could have’s. She realized hindsight never applies because circumstances always look different in the rearview mirror and you experience life looking through the front window.

She was done with friendships based on shared history and past experiences. She realized if friends couldn’t grow together, or were no longer following the same path, it was okay to let them go.

She was done trying to fit in—be part of the popular crowd. She realized the price she had to pay to be included was too high and betrayed her soul.

She was done not trusting. She realized she had placed her trust in people that were untrustworthy—so she would start with the person she could trust the most—herself.

She was done being tired. She realized it came from spending her time doing things that didn’t bring her joy or feed her soul.

She was done trying to figure it all out, know the answers, plan everything and see all the possibilities before she began. She realized life was unfolding and that the detours and unexpected moments were some of the best parts.

She was done needing to be understood by anyone but herself. She realized she was the only person she would spend her whole with and understanding herself was more important than being understood by others.

She was done looking for love. She realized loving and accepting herself was the best kind of love and the seed from which all other love started.

She was done fighting, trying to change or not her accepting her body. She realized the body she came into the world with was the only one she had—there were no exchanges or returns—so love and acceptance was the only way.

She was done being tuned in, connected and up-to-date all the time. She realized the news and noise of the world was always there—a cacophony that never slowed or fell quiet and that listening to the silence of her soul was a better station to tune into.

She was done beating herself up and being so hard on herself as if either of these things led to changes or made her feel better. She realized kindness and compassion towards herself and others accomplished more.

She was done comparing and looking at other people’s lives as a mirror for her own. She realized holding her own mirror cast her in the best, most beautiful light.

She was done being quiet, unemotional and holding her tongue. She realized her voice and her emotions could be traced back to her deepest desires and longings. if she only followed their thread.

She was done having to be right. She realized everyone’s truth was relative and personal to themselves, so the only right that was required was the one that felt true for her.

She was done not feeling at home in the world. She realized she might never feel at home in the world, but that feeling at home in her soul was enough.

She was done being drained by others—by people who didn’t want to take the time for their own process and saw shortcuts though hers. She realized she could share her experience, but everyone needed to do the work themselves.

She was done thinking she had so much to learn. She realized she already knew so much, if she only listened.

She was done trying to change others or make them see things. She realized she could only lead by example and whether they saw or followed was up to them.

She was done with the inner critic. She realized its voice was not her own.

She was done racing and being discontent with where she was. She realized the present moment held all it needed to get her to the next moment. It wasn’t out there—it was right here.

She was done seeing hurt as something to be avoided, foreseen or somehow her fault. She realized hurt shaped her as much as joy and she needed both to learn and grow.

She was done judging. She realized judging assumed the presence of right and wrong—and that there was a difference between using information to inform and making someone else wrong.

She was done jumping to conclusions. She realized she only needed to ask.

She was done with regrets. She realized if she had known better she would have done better.

She was done being angry. She realized anger was just a flashlight that showed her what she was most scared of and once it illuminated what she needed to see, she no longer needed to hold on to it.

She was done being sad. She realized sorrow arose when she betrayed her own soul and made choices that weren’t true to herself.

She was done playing small. She realized if others couldn’t handle her light, it was because they were afraid of their own.

She was done with the facades and the pretending. She realized masks were suffocating and claustrophobic.

She was done with others’ criticism and complaints. She realized they told her nothing about herself—only informed her of their perspective.

She was done yelling above the noise of the world. She realized living out loud could be done quietly.

She was done needing permission, validation or the authority. She realized she was her her own authority.

She was done being something she was not. She realized the purpose of life was to be truly, happily who she was born to be…and if she paused long enough to remember, she recognized herself.

Eenie-meeie-minie-moe! ;)

"I want to know you" by JoJo Rowden

I want to know what kind of man you are beneath the surface.

I want to understand what makes your heart beat faster and what you love. What makes you mad, and why it has that power over you.

I want to learn if your anger is hot and quick like mine, or a lingering coldness that freezes those who invoke your wrath. Do you forgive them when the red mist subsides, or do you hold a grudge through all of eternity?

I wish I could know how you see me through those quiet eyes of yours. I want you to tell me if you long to stroke my hair as we drift off to sleep, or if it’s my curves that your hands ache for. I wonder if you would message me goodnight before bed, so that I would never close my eyes without knowing that I was loved. Perhaps you would expect my heart to know that already, simply by the way your face lights up at the sight of mine.

What do you dream of when you close your eyes? Do you sleep peacefully until the light dapples your skin through the blinds, or do the tigers prowl around your head, leaving you shivering in fear in the darkness?

When you are lonely, do you ever think about my smile, or the way that I always know how to still the demons that scream inside you? I wonder if I am still vivid in your awareness, or a distant memory now; a spectre bathed in the gentle lustre of nostalgia.

Do you chase sunsets or sunrises? I love both. Does the promise of a shimmering new dawn appeal to you more than the glow of another day closing in a riot of colour? I wonder where peace finds you. Will you drink hot tea with me as the sun blazes through the horizon, reminding us of the fleeting nature of this life? I think I would like that.

I want to learn if you prefer the bright crackle of a burning log fire, snuggled up in blankets against the cold, or the way that the sun plays upon warm limbs, making them glow golden in the afternoon light. Is it summer that brings a smile to those lips I covet, or would you rather turn your face up to taste the snowflakes as they fall?

I watch to see if you curse the fact that you cannot get to work in the snow, or if you roll up your sleeves joyfully to build a snowman. And if you do, I notice whether you give him a stone mouth so that he might smile upon the children that wave as they pass him by.

Do you ever fantasise about losing yourself, out there, in the world? Do you seek the quiet solitude of a wooden log cabin on the edge of a lake, or do you prefer the lights and glamour of cocktail dresses in a fancy room full of raucous laughter?Where do you want to go? What do you want to see?

Do you hear it when adventure calls out your name and more importantly, do you answer?

I want to know where you hide, when the world becomes too much to bear.

Where do you take your freedom?

Is there space for another in your haven, or can I follow you only so far, then settle patiently to await your return to me; the reunion all the sweeter for your absence.

See, I wanna know if you have hurt people. Did their tears rain on your heart, each drop a sharp stinging torment? I try to imagine if you wear a mask of hardness in the face of another’s pain, or if you are gentle as you ask for forgiveness. Do you bleed through another’s wounds? Can you?

Tell me how you have broken someone you loved, and whether you were able to fix them again. Did they love you still when the pieces were put back together? What horrors live in the bleakest corners of your soul? What do you think about when you go there?

I want to know the very worst of you.

Share with me the music that plays in your heart, and whether you dance to the beat of your own drum. Show me the colour of your love. If you could splash its brightness onto a waiting canvas, would it burn with passionate reds and oranges, or would it run still and strong in a cool turquoise calm?

Tell me if you kiss softly, your lips singing mine a gentle lullaby, or whether they would rage intently, scorching new pathways to my heart with a desire that refuses be stilled. I want to feel it either way.

Show me if you want a sweet girl, or a dirty one. Or a little of each. What makes you cry out in ecstasy? Is it a woman that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, or one whose beauty takes your breath away with a single look? Do you look for the quirky ones, perhaps? The ones who are too easily overlooked, the hidden treasures?

Tell me, would you risk it all for love? Would you fight for what you truly want, or would you let it slip away into nothing, never knowing what might have been, because you never told her that your heart beat only for her? Did you ever realise she was waiting for you to fight for her? Will you watch someone else love her because you were too afraid to be vulnerable with her?

Will you settle for next best, the girl you could maybe grow to love someday, instead of the one that haunts your thoughts today? Is that enough for you? Maybe it is. Could you live with yourself knowing that she got away?

Tell me about a time that you cried until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Or where you lived through a day where you prayed for the sweet release of death. Did you make it through? I have been there. Has your heart been broken into a million tiny pieces and, if it has, has it made you hard? Or are you are still open to the beauty that the world holds for you?

Show me your pain and I will show you mine. I hope it does not scare you. It has helped me to grow.

I want to know if you talk to the glittering stars above us, and which one is special to you. What do you think happens when we die? Do we join their shining ranks in heaven or is there nothing left for us? Are you afraid of death? I am. Will you hold my hand if I leave you first? If you whisper to me that love knows no boundaries, not even death, will you mean it?

Tell me about your childhood. I want to know the way your mother’s hair smelled when you crawled exhausted into her lap, and the way your bedroom looked when you were 10. Did your father cry when you curled a tiny fist around his finger for the very first time? I bet he did. I want to know all the people that you have loved throughout your life, so that I might love them through you and with you.

Do you write? Do you draw? I want to know whether you ache to capture my face with your pencil, preserving the wonder that lingers softly there. Do you like to express yourself through words, or action best? Will your hands illustrate your story as you speak and will I know that you are lying from the way your lips tremble gently as the words tumble guiltily from them?

What is your favourite book? Explain to me why it enraptures you so. Please? It tells me a lot about you. I love the way people cry when their favourite character breaks their heart, as though they are an old friend to be adored. Who is yours? I will seek them out and befriend them to understand why they have moved you so much.

Lend me your secrets. I’ll keep them safe and I’ll return them when my picture of you is complete. Whisper into my ear so that only us two may share them. Do you believe in magic? I do, now that I have met you.

Tell me your story, for it might well become part of my story. Let me in. Let me see you. All of you.

I want to know you.