Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Loving the Questions


The New Year is here and it brings on so many thoughts. What has transpired over the past and where we are right now? Dreams of our future and what we wish to accomplish. All these things bombarding our minds and what do we do with them. It brings on such melancholy, and I find myself swimming in a sea of despondency.
Yet I fight it tooth and nail with my inner wisdom, and low and behold I ran across this message today on Facebook and it says it all:

“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love. Universal love.
Messy love.  Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of…. messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.”
~Unknown author~

Then I remembered yet another poem that was shared with me a couple of weeks ago by Rilke where he writes :

“You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer”   ~Rainer Maria Rilke – letters to a Young Poet~

So here is to a year of “loving the questions”!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hoodles

Hoodles is a nick name that I acquired from my favorite ex-husband. He uses it as a term of endearment, and to describe a mood that I may be in. For instance sometimes he describes me as being Hoodly. I think it means that I am being creative, sensitive, and a bit goofy. However, he may not agree. My Dad used to share one of his favorite quotes with me that goes something like this..."Oh what a gift that God would give us, to see ourselves as others see us". Wouldn't that be wondrous, to truly see the uniqueness in ourselves and appreciate those qualities that make up who we are continuing to become?