So rarely in one lifetime is one treated to 2 royal weddings as spectacular as that of Diana and that of Meghan the Marvellous Markle.
My heart shon with joy all day long.
What absolutely divine presence of God during the entire day!
The love -pure love between Harry and Meghan is something that God desires for all of us. The fact that it is so rare is sad and a travesty.
NEVER under-estimate the power of love. That reading from Song of Solomon personifies what God intended for love and the outflow and the overflow of love.
Yes I am lyrical. Indeed. This is what my heart has always told me quietly and boldly.
Also the fact that I discovered a beautiful example of love quite by chance. I had always just assumed that Harvey (Gabriel Macht) was a player. Wow what a lovely special gift to see he’s been married for 14 years and #Ilovemywife, was his comment – it made! my day.
Yes LOVE does exist. Indeed.
Meghan you are a diamond and Harry the way you love is how every gentleman on earth should!
We are all people, we share the “commons”” of man of human kind so to speak. And yet we make it all so complicated. God ordained for us to love each other as we love ourselves. Yet so little self love in this world and so little love for one another – despite creed, culture or colour. Be the love today. Thanks Meghan and Harry and Diana for your shining example with NO words of pure redeeming LOVE.
some times frogs boil
some times minds foil
sticks and stones can not hurt nearly as much as words, ever
some times I wish I lived in the land of never never
hearts beat strong
lives live long
and actually sometimes there is even a king kong
the crashing waves of hurt subside
and peace can become the normal tide
life is a pulse
a heart beat or two
so simple yet so complex
rather not be constantly vexed
peace is a path
our lives a tapestry recorded and finite
choices all ours and have an impact into eternity
weird to think
sometimes a heart sink
and yet a choice
let peace be your choice
Love love the big love. Which organ serves you most in love?
Is it the heart ? Or could it be the brain?
Could it be the gut??
Are the gut and the brain connected? Is the heart just a pump or it the seat of the soul there?
Love is patient love is kind. Love is in essence a pure distilled un-muddied thing.
Yet the process of love is very muddy.
We all yearn for it, even the toughest amongst us. Even the hardest of the hard, well some would argue they yearn for it more. In more ways than one 😉
The body is a vessel that contains so much, working in synergy, a whole lot of stuff being co-ordinated on a minute to minute basis. A miracle indeed.
Physical, biological, chemistry and so much much more! Then throw emotion in there. It’s a wonder we can “contain” it all.
I will end with my favourite Kalil Gibran ” The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy it can contain.” Sad but happy.
For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.
I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.
I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.
Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.
History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.
I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.
Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?
Wounded. In a process of healing.