zaterdag 1 augustus 2020
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, "So what."
"My mother didn't love me." So what.
"My husband won't ball me. So what.
"I'm a success but I'm still alone." So what.
I don't know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.”
- Andy Warhol -
"My mother didn't love me." So what.
"My husband won't ball me. So what.
"I'm a success but I'm still alone." So what.
I don't know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.”
- Andy Warhol -
RIP J.M.A. Biesheuvel
De
gelukkigste man die ik ooit ontmoet heb, ben ik zelf, vreemd om dat te
zeggen. Wat een avonturen heb ik in die stoel meegemaakt. Ik heb gezeten
in mijn stoel mijn vrouw bedrogen met een liefje; ik heb op olifanten
gejaagd; ik heb de Russische maatschappij, zoals die in de negentiende
eeuw was, tot in de puntjes leren kennen; ik heb er de avonturen gelezen
van een rat, een pad, een das en een mol in een mensloos landschap;
gezeten in die stoel heb ik tyfonen meegemaakt; ik heb mijn broeder het
eerst-geboorterecht verkocht; in die stoel ben ik naar de maan gevlogen,
ben ik in tachtig dagen om de aarde gereisd; ik heb in die stoel opium
gerookt en de gevolgen haast lijfelijk ervaren, het is kortom een
wonderstoel. Na het eten drink ik een glaasje cognac en dan ga ik naar
boven, meestal pak ik een boek en doe de stekker van dat ene lichtje in
het stopcontact, het lichtje waardoor de stoel precies het omgekeerde
van een elektrische stoel wordt, want al lezend kom ik tot leven, word
ik gestimuleerd, krijg ik impulsen voor nieuwe verhalen. Vlak voor ik ga
slapen pak ik de armleuningen en denk aan mijn dode moeder, droevig en
tegelijk tevreden ga ik dan naar bed.
- 'Reis door mijn kamer'(1983)–J.M.A. Biesheuvel -
(Schiedam, 23 mei 1939 - Leiden, 30 juli 2020)
vrijdag 31 juli 2020
Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things that we should forget about at once
Perhaps someone we helped has proven ungrateful, someone we believed to be a friend has spoken ill of us, some regard we thought we deserved has been denied to us.
We feel such disappointment so strongly that we can no longer work, or even sleep.
We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that in a year’s time will be forgotten by us and everybody else.
Let us devote our lives to worthwhile feelings and actions, to great thoughts, real affections and enduring actions for others.
Life is too short to be little.
Don't look for peace.
Don't look for any other state than the one you are in now; otherwise, you will set up inner conflict and unconscious resistance.
Forgive yourself for not being at peace.
The moment you completely accept your non-peace, your non-peace becomes transmuted into peace.
Anything you accept fully will get you there, will take you into peace.
This is the miracle of surrender.
- Eckhart Tolle -
donderdag 30 juli 2020
Stop
speaking ill of others to make you feel better about yourself, it
doesn't work this way, when we stab someone in the back initially you
may feel better, but over time it erodes the value of who you are
within.
People are in our lives for a reason, a season, and all the way to the end, when a relationship is over cut the cord, wish them well, and simply stay in your confidence and power and move on.
- Barb Schmidt -
woensdag 29 juli 2020
L'ENFANT VIT EN MOI.
L’enfant vit en moi.
Il a été conservé, écouté, entretenu, magnifié.
Souvent, les gens qui passent quelques heures en ma compagnie s’exclament en conclusion que, malgré mon physique dense, tout en épaules et en muscles, je suis un enfant. Je prends leur surprise pour le compliment ultime.
S’il réussit sa vie, l’adulte devient le fils de l’enfant qu’il fut.
Aujourd’hui, je suis mon fils.
Enfin.
Et maintenant que je suis devenu mon enfant, j’espère
l’être pour toujours.
(Plus tard, je serai un enfant - Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt)
Love
is the capacity to take care, to protect, to nourish.
If you are not
capable of generating that kind of energy toward yourself - if you are
not capable of taking care of yourself, of nourishing yourself, of
protecting yourself - it is very difficult to take care of another
person.
In the Buddhist teaching, it’s clear that to love oneself is the
foundation of the love of other people.
Love is a practice.
Love is
truly a practice.
- Thich Nhat Hanh -
dinsdag 28 juli 2020
There’s actually no such thing as an adult.
That word is a
placeholder.
We never grow up.
We’re not supposed to.
We’re born and
that’s it.
We get bigger.
We live through great storms.
We get soaked to
the bone.
We realize we’re waterproof.
We strive for calm.
We discover
what makes us feel good.
We do those things over and over.
We learn what
doesn’t feel good.
We avoid those things at all cost.
Sometimes we come
together: huge groups in agreement.
Sometimes we clap and dance.
Sometimes we look like a migration of birds.
We need to remind ourselves
- each other - that we’re mere breaths.
But, and this is important,
sometimes we can be magnificent, to one person, even for a short time,
like the perfect touch - the first time you see the ocean from the
middle.
Like every time you see the low, full moon.
We keep on eating:
chewing, pretending we know what’s going on.
The secret is that we
don’t.
We don’t, and don’t, and don’t.
Each day we’re infants: plucking
flower petals, full of wonder.
Sometimes it was hard to say things.
Things were so complicated.
People might resent what you said.
They might use your remarks against
you.
They might take you seriously and act upon your words, actually do
something.
might not even hear you, which perhaps was the only
thing worth hoping for.
But it was more complicated than that.
The sheer
effort of speaking.
Easier to stay apart, leave things as they are,
avoid responsibility for reflecting the world and all its grave weight.
Things that should be simple are always hard.
But hard things are never
easy.
You have an inclination:
In the flash of one second, you feel what needs
to be done.
It is not a product of your education; it is not scientific
or logical; you simply pick up on the message.
And then you just act:
You just do it.
That basic human quality of suddenly opening up is the
best part of human instinct.
-Trungpa-
I find workaholism really anti-fertile.
For example, in my
work with Scandinavian schools with biophilia, it is very apparent that
short schooldays and a lot of free time inspires the imagination most
and not only makes the kids happier but also they make more original
things in the end
I’ve seen how the working until midnight in the
biggest cities is really destructive...and you aren’t coming up with any
new ideas but just repeating old stuff on a loop.
- Björk -
NITCH
The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.
Let this monkey go.
Let desires go.
conflicts go.
the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the centre, watching.
-Lao Tzu -
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.
Let this monkey go.
Let desires go.
conflicts go.
the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the centre, watching.
-Lao Tzu -
maandag 27 juli 2020
Have an uncomfortable mind; be strange.
Be disturbed: by what is
happening on the planet, and to it;
by the cruelty, and stupidity
humanity is capable of;
by the unbearable beauty of certain music,
and
the mysteries and failures of love,
and the brief, confusing,
exhilarating hour of your own life.
- Kim Addonizio - Bukowski in a Sundress -
zondag 26 juli 2020
Who will you love if not yourself?
Other people?
How can you love someone for anything but their raw, naked humanity?
How can you say you love someone if it is not for their flaws and quirks, snorts and hurts, triggers and tears?
Anything else is not love.
It is idealization.
And, as long as you do it to yourself, you will do it to everyone.
You will not love anyone or anything until those eyes in the mirror soften up and embrace the beauty that is already within.
- Vironika Tugaleva -
Abonneren op:
Posts (Atom)


















































