The Reason Why

"His talent was as natural as the pattern 
that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. 
At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did 
and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and 
of their construction and he learned to think and 
could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone 
and he could only remember when it had been effortless."
~ Ernest Hemingway

"I should feel the air move against me, 
and feel the things I touched, 
instead of having only to look at them. 
I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - 
we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. 
I'm sure that is entirely wrong."
~D.H. Lawrence

"Wisdom is having things right in your life
and knowing why."
~William Edgar Stafford


We are dancers

"The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. 
The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. 
The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. 
They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. 
They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. 

They are as familiar as the house you live in. 
Or the smell of your lover’s skin. 
You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. 

In the way that although you know that one day you will die, 
you live as though you won’t. 
In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, 
who finds love, who doesn’t. 
And yet you want to know again. 
THAT is their mystery and magic."
~Arundhati Roy



To love. To be loved. 
To never forget your own insignificance. 
To never get used to the unspeakable violence 
and the vulgar disparity of life around you. 
To seek joy in the saddest places. 
To pursue beauty to its lair. 
To never simplify what is complicated or 
complicate what is simple. 
To respect strength, never power. 
Above all, to watch. To try and understand. 
To never look away. 
And never, never, 
to forget."
~Arundhati Roy


Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Are we ever ready to abandon our whole life for something else? To alter everything that makes sense to us and to move into a different world...? Such a sacrifice must be the result of love... or is it that the life itself was already worn out?

Perhaps we are finished with one aspect of our life, but could not admit it, being stubborn or afraid, or perhaps just clinging on to the habit, the routine. We start looking for escape routes, take the leap of faith, and perhaps blame it all on fate.  But it is not fate, at least, not if fate is something outside of us; it is a choice made in secret within ourselves. The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must. "Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert.

As for your beloved, she didn't understand you.
The truth is, you never understood yourself."
~Jeanette Winterson