lightness

There is a sort of light surrounding Abel, something pure and strong radiates from him no matter where he is or what he's doing. Sometimes Cain thinks he possesses a soul without shadows. That's what people want to be close to. But if so, it's not like a child's, for a child's soul is delicate, its flickering flame needs no more than the opening of a door onto the world to blow it out. Nothing can destroy Abel's light. In his presence one never feels wicked, only foolish. That darkness which in solitude can seem so powerful, occasionally even intoxicating, seems risible in his company.

I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief.

We have been together for 40 years, married for 36. There have been three times in our relationship when we were unable to resolve an issue on our own. We used all the skill that we have and yet it was still unresolved. In those three times we sought professional help because there was a blind spot for each of us. The therapist was able to listen to both of us and help us come to a place of resolution that we both felt good about. I feel very grateful for that help. Most times we have been able to work things through on our own. Sometimes we can clear the issue in a matter of a few minutes, sometimes an hour and sometimes it can take several days. But we still keep working on it until we both say that we feel complete, we understand our own part and responsibility in the issue rather than simply blaming each other, are willing to go on, and there is an even deeper connection and sometimes even humor to the situation. In working each issue through to completion we have been able to retain a beautiful lightness in our relationship that we both cherish.

Feed yourself with the food of wisdom.Wisdom is recognised by joy and peace.When you allow your ways to be light you go high.When your path supports heaviness it weighs you down.

Live in the light, Child of God.

Love ~ Truth ~ Freedom are three words that mean the same, and none may exist without the other present.

Lightness and weightiness are both linked to a philosophy of life. They are choices in life. Heaviness can be the embodiment of a sense of responsibility, the expression of maturity, the result of profound meditation or the emanation of a search for meaning in life. Weightiness, however, may also lead to a feeling of oppression, when it is felt as a burden, an unbearable burden. Then time has come to let loose and things can finally lose their gravity. ( "The unbearable heaviness of being" )

When there is silence, Give your voice. When there is darkness, Shine your light. When there is desperation, Offer hope.

The light within us can always identify our mind__ darkness

She had what the Councillor knew, in the technical language of the ballet, as "ballon", a lightness that is not only the negation of weight, but which actually seems to carry upwards and make for flight, and which is rarely found in thin dancers - as if the matter itself had here become lighter than air, so that the more there is of it the better it works.

Love without restraint makes one saint and the other faint the sweetest face and the tenderest embrace bring the sun to every place in such grace.

I guess all the time I spend on social media has made me believe that love exists above the surface, that it__ supposed to be light all of the time.

_how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn__ hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn__ matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone__ fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don__ wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.A way from here to the sea.

The notion that inspired play (even when audacious, offensive, or obscene) enhances rather than diminishes intellectual vigor and spiritual fulfillment, the notion that in the eyes of the gods the tight-lipped hero and the wet-cheeked victim are frequently inferior to the red-nosed clown, such notions are destined to be a hard sell to those who have E.M. Forster on their bedside table and a clump of dried narcissus up their ass.Not to worry. As long as words and ideas exist, there will be a few misfits who will cavort with them in a spirit of *approfondement*__f I may borrow that marvelous French word that translates roughly as __laying easily in the deep___nd in so doing they will occasionally bring to realization Kafka__ belief that __ novel should be an ax for the frozen seas around us_.

We__e known for a long time that it was no longer possible to overturn this world, nor reshape it, nor head off its dangerous headlong rush. There__ been only one possible resistance: to not take it seriously.

The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life__ most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.

Suddenly, I__ lighter, only half of who I was.

Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning...look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.