"to become a master of desire, keep talking yourself out of being attached to trivial goals and keep talking yourself into being thrilled about the precious few goals that are really important. here's another way to say it: wean yourself from ego-driven desires and pour your libido into a longing for beauty, truth, goodness, justice, integrity, creativity, love, and an intimate relationship with the wild divine."
--raye sangfreud, "black market orchids"
"walking can be a conscious tool of inspiration and connection. . . walking miniaturizes our difficulties. walking, we see things against the scrim of a larger perspective. we sense we are not alone with our problems. there are other, higher forces that guard and guide and comfort us. walking, we are the recipients of what i call alpha ideas, thought that seem to come from a higher consciousness than our own, thoughts that are at once simple and bold."
--julia cameron, from her book "the writing diet"
august reverie: took a stroll by sterling pond in the morton sanctuary yesterday. the path was dressed with blue dragonflies and bees nestled in wildflowers. i was perfectly solitary and ensconced in divinity!
"i read your letter yesterday, it fell between the covers and my bare skin
it fell between my crying, and my longing for you
i loved this one, too long, this one much too much
sometimes i gave just enough of myself, but most times nothing at all
and you've been gone too long, you know i love you the best
you call me crazy that's how you won my heart
'cos you were half crazy too
i read your letter again today, out loud and to myself
it gave me back my sanity, i didn't feel so alone"
--joan armatrading, from the song, "your letter"
souvenir in the shape of a heart: rummaging through old photographs and travel memorabilia yesterday, i found an old love letter sent to me from when i lived in paris. i couldn't resist the dramatic force of it . .the heady pull. so i surrendered to it, and wept through the whole re-reading of the lines and then called my friend claire in portland. "i miss that wildness" in me, i sputtered out to her. claire's reply: "it's still there." then her email to me just this morning said: "how can we access the part of us that's still there? that's the question. how can we live the unseen life that dreams us?"
yes, that is the question.
fortune cookie says: "true love is serving people's souls!"
