Love is a force that connects us to every strand of the universe, an unconditional state that characterizes human nature, a form of knowledge that is always there for us if only we can open ourselves to it.
~Emily H. Sell
The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
The roast turkey carries with it, in its chubby hold, a sizable portion of our primitive and pagan luggage.
Primitive and pagan? Us? We of the laser, we of the microchip, we of the Union Theological Seminary and Time magazine? Of course. At least twice a year, do not millions upon millions of us cybernetic Christians and fax machine Jews participate in a ritual, a highly stylized ceremony that takes place around a large dead bird?
And is not this animal sacrificed, as in days of yore, to catch the attention of a divine spirit, to show gratitude for blessings bestowed, and to petition for blessings coveted?
The turkey, slain, slowly cooked over our gas or electric fires, is the central figure at our holy feast. It is the totem animal that brings our tribe together.
~ Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
What advice do I tell my grandson?
I listen to him.
~ Roy Haynes
After a lovely trip on the train on Sunday, I am back at Breezy Acres here in the Bogs. Little Wookie and I are getting reacquainted. I might be biased but I swear he is the most adorable boy in the world.
I have taken a couple of walks around the pond, but most of my time is spent with Little Wookie. Blog time is mostly nonexistent. I do peek in on you now and then, leaving a Like behind.
I had forgotten how wonderfully exhausting caring for an almost brand new baby can be. Just looking at his cute little face is better than a cup of coffee when it comes to getting reenergized, and playtime, when Little Wookie is smiling and laughing, is one of the most wonderful, magical things in the world.
At the end of the day, I sleep better than I have in years.
The little dude will probably wake up from his morning catnap soon.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be.
You are perfect, only you don’t know it.
Learn to know yourself and you will discover wonders.
All you need is already within you, only you must approach yourself with reverence and love.
Self-condemnation and self-distrust are grievous errors.
Your constant flight from pain and search for pleasure is a sign of the love you bear for yourself;
all I plead with you is this: make love of yourself perfect.
Deny yourself nothing – give yourself infinity and eternity and discover that
you do not need them; you are beyond.
— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
A garden of love grows in a grandmother’s heart. ~Author Unknown