To be a self is simply to be something in the world and yet yearning for it.

Lyn Hejinian

Daring the new is why we said yes to each other. But can we reach each other? Can we try and get close? Conflicts, fear, needs and hopes can be walls that we have to face. However, in between two people, there's a third, the space in between the two, and it is in the search for the third that we discover who we really are. If the Greeks had 14 words to describe different ways of loving, how many do we experience?

Juliette Binoche and Akram Khan

This from Arielle yesterday.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we would die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.

George Eliot

Thanks to David Guymer for sending this.

Joy & happiness are my light
Joy & happiness fill my life.

When we talk of energy it is not the energy of work or effort (rearranging things), but the energy of awareness (enlightening or illuminating things). In fact energy is awareness – it reveals the truth.

Work

Inside us are two creatures. One, our essential nature, which is also our essential goodness, can only say yes, and therefore this yes is unconditional. The other, our ego, which struggles to dominate our essence, either says no or a conditional yes (yes but or yes if). The work, the only real work, is to relax sufficient to let the unconditional yes start winning and then keep winning. To begin with yes appears as faint glimmers – small transient islands poking through the morass of self – but gradually it becomes clear that the morass itself floats on an ocean and these islands come from this ocean – an ocean of essence. When we see this for ourselves we can let the morass begin to break up and dissolve into the ocean. Then it is just a matter of time.

A stillness encompassing movement.
With enormous beauty still to answer to.

Blackness seeps through the closed door, douses the lamp.
It is a longing for the same world, and a different world.

John Riley

Relaxation is trust.

A road through the pines
and the blue-green mist.

at the root there is no me

Love is sharing