No matter how many instruments man invents across the ages, to measure, define or organize time, the world will never be defined by time or by time’s keepers for that matter. Instead it will always be ruled by all of the things that exist outside of it… immeasurable substances, that do not follow earthly rules, or respond to “dimensional” dictums, but rather to the other invisible systems that co-exist with this material world. These things live, not in clocks and broken logics…. but somewhere both far and close… both in the heart and in the vastness of the universe….giving life to our cells, granting sparkles to the stars and always making sure that what survives of this life is not the bones or ashes, but the fluttering essence of all that is worth saving……. love.
” If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.” James Herriot
” Let us remember that animals are not mere resources for human consumption. They are splendid beings in their own right, who have evolved alongside us as co-inheritors of all the beauty and abundance of life on this planet” Marc Bekoff
‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. ‘’
- From my notes.
Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.
” Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.” Anatole France
And … couldn’t agree more:
“And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.” J. K. Rowling
In the afternoons, this is my work setting…. it is here, surrounded by light, red roses and golden details, drinking coffee and having cigarrettes, listening to the soft piano music in the background, that I spend countless hours writing….. I write poems, novels, art critiques, aesthetic analysis, or whatever else I feel like writing that day. I kind of like this office setting! 🙂
Sometimes, I look around and think we are all completely oblivious to everything that really matters. Maybe it’s the only way…… maybe we have to be blinded, so we can be part of the ‘system’. But then again, maybe we could all be a little better. Maybe if we understood that life is frail, that nothing matters except love, and that only the soul is important, then… maybe things would be different. I guess I’ll always be a hopeful dreamer.
There is a magic type of moment when silence prevails, stillness reigns and all is beautiful…. I usually find these moments by the silver moon, when she is just beginning to rise in the heavens. These moments can be called many things: mindfulness, selflessness, consciousness, or even just a sort of meditation. I prefer to leave it nameless. Sometimes names just de-sacralize things. It’s just a brief intangible moment. I always find myself wishing they could would last……. just a little longer.
“In deep sleep we are one.” Bert McCoy