zaterdag 19 december 2015
vrijdag 18 december 2015
donderdag 17 december 2015
Almost nothing important
that ever happens to you
happens because
you engineer it.
Destiny has no beeper;
destiny always leans
trenchcoated
out of an alley with some sort of ‘psst’
that you usually
can’t even hear
because you’re in such a rush
to or from something
important
you’ve tried to engineer.
- David Foster Wallace -
woensdag 16 december 2015
Misschien ben je niet bij machte om de uiterlijke omstandigheden
waarin je verkeert te veranderen, maar je bent altijd bij machte
om je aandacht te geven aan je ware natuur; de stille open ruimte
van bewustzijn, die inherent vredig en onverstoorbaar is,
ongeacht de omstandigheden die erin verschijnen.
dinsdag 15 december 2015
maandag 14 december 2015
How tempting it is
To believe all the teachers
Therapists, healers, nutritionists,
Authors, speakers, psychics,
Channels, gurus, friends and family
Who see something wrong with me
That needs to be fixed, improved, or changed.
How revolutionary it is
To let the story of “I’m not good enough”
Just be a story, that comes and goes.
How profoundly rebellious
To simply be present
As someone shares advice.
How freeing
To let this moment
Be as it is.
http://thehomeofnow.tumblr.com/post/135155205537/how-tempting-it-is-to-believe-all-the-teachers#notes
To believe all the teachers
Therapists, healers, nutritionists,
Authors, speakers, psychics,
Channels, gurus, friends and family
Who see something wrong with me
That needs to be fixed, improved, or changed.
How revolutionary it is
To let the story of “I’m not good enough”
Just be a story, that comes and goes.
How profoundly rebellious
To simply be present
As someone shares advice.
How freeing
To let this moment
Be as it is.
http://thehomeofnow.tumblr.com/post/135155205537/how-tempting-it-is-to-believe-all-the-teachers#notes
While thinking is a practical necessity, the failure to recognize thoughts as thoughts, moment after moment, is what gives each of us the feeling that we call “I,” and this is the string upon which all our states of suffering and dissatisfaction are strung.”
Sam Harris
Overwhelming, threatening, unforgiving.
It wants to take everything.
Anxiety rushes through my veins
Fear hangs heavy like a cloak made of stone
Tension squeezes my body like a python.
“This is too much,” I think to myself
“I can’t handle this.”
“What do I do with this immense intensity?”
My lungs restricted
Barely able to breathe
My body aching for relief
My mind longing for rest.
I am here
I am here
I am here
The table is here.
My feet are here.
The rain is here.
Feelings are here.
Sensations are here.
Tea is here.
“Be here”
“Let go of there”
“Here is your home”
I don’t know how I will go on
…and maybe that’s the point
To give up knowing.
http://thehomeofnow.tumblr.com/post/135140727137/the-unknown-stands-before-me-overwhelming#notes
zondag 13 december 2015
Ik heb vaak - in mezelf - gewenst
dat het leven meer was zoals in films
en door achtergrondmuziek werd begeleid.
Op die manier zouden we allemaal,
in plaats van ons steeds maar bezorgd
af te vragen wat ons het volgende moment
te wachten stond en daar voortdurend
bang voor te zijn,
alleen al door te luisteren
precies weten hoe de volgende scène
in ons leven zou verlopen.
- Ivan Hoffman -
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