by Jane Tornatore | Jan 2, 2013 | Musings |
A lovely poem from a wise friend of mine. May we all know the truth of these words.
Resolutions
As Cassandra knew,
Seeing someone’s future
is no more useful
than seeing someone’s problem —
You can’t tell them about it
Can’t get them to believe, or to reform
It shouldn’t be surprising —
No one else is different from ourselves
And we have always found
these resolutions to reform
to be contrary escalators
Plunging downward
much more rapidly
than we can rise.
Close your eyes
The winter sun that sparkles on the water
Still flickers, strobe-like, underneath your lids
The light still loves you,
Still knows how to touch
each dream that you, from fear of failure, hid
Your truth still owns you, and it knows
how every part of you is put together
Already worthy, cherished, ever whole
Not needing harsh reform to make you better
No need to reinvent yourself, no way to fall
And as it is with us
it is with all.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2013
by Jane Tornatore | Dec 15, 2012 | Musings |
It’s human nature to react in horror, anger and despair to traumatic events. It’s your divine nature to respond with peace, calm and Love. Own them both and then choose which one you will empower.
-Julia Rogers Hamrick
by Jane Tornatore | Aug 2, 2012 | Musings |
“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing goes for all of your emotions.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh
by Jane Tornatore | Jun 5, 2012 | Musings |
Unconditional Love is so unconditional that it even embraces our failure to Love unconditionally.
~Audrey Lou Chambers
by Jane Tornatore | Mar 17, 2012 | Musings |
“Problems”, big or small, are opportunities to make a change. It is fascinating how we keep getting presented with the same problems, again and again, until we make the choice to change.
by Jane Tornatore | Mar 15, 2012 | Musings |
My beloved cat, Coda, died last year. While I experienced great sorrow, his death (as did his life) has given me great gifts.
Coda came into my life 14 years ago, during one of the most difficult times of my life. He was a constant loving companion. I could always count on his presence to bring me comfort, or to simply increase the joy I was already feeling.
I was scared about how I would handle his death, and it turned out to be mind-blowingly painful. Yet in letting myself feel the pain, without trying to stifle it, or to judge myself for it, I received profound gifts.
People came out of the woodwork to do what they could to ease my pain. It is not easy to see someone you love in such grief. Yet they offered to walk with me a little to give what comfort they could. Bless their souls.
I realized that the pain in my heart I felt because of my cat’s passing, was simply the loss of being able to love him. The love we feel for any person or creature we have lost is OUR love, and cannot be taken away. That love is ours, and we can choose to give it to ourselves.
I truly believe when our hearts are broken wide open by a loss, we can let love, including our own, in deeper. Quite a gift indeed.
Even in death, Coda continues to open my heart. Thank you my furry little buddy, from the depths of my soul.
