Your words, my dear Paulo Coelho, have touched my heart! Yes the shortest bridge in the material world to the .. other islands, is in looking into the eyes. Then we may find we are not alone or that we .. really have found a .. wall and loneliness. Words may fool us, but never the expression of the eyes or the ‘silent inner thoughts’ perceived by our intuition.
LOVE,
Thelma.

Your welcome sweet Savita, but don’t thank me, thank Paulo.
I’m just the observer in this case, not the initiator.

Love
Mariëlle

Nicely written and well, said.

-”Love is beyond faith, religion and hope. Love is what makes and love is what which will fake, love can heal and at the same time love can kill.”

-”A book has a life of itself, very true and every object has life in itself, too.”

-”All life work of any artist cannot be explained in one sentence nor can it be explained in one century, it takes longer than time itself.”

-”Yes, we all need love and those who can understand, learn, keep believe, capture, share and dare to fight for love will always be legend.”

God bless you all !
God bless you all !

Today I feel I have come full circle. This post on islands has led me to discover my own.

Another ibis has landed on my windshield, except this time it is not an ibis, but an island. Day before yesterday, karen made a suggestion to me on this blog, under this same topic, “In search of my Island – Part 1.” She suggested I use some of the pieces I have written on this blog, edit them and collect them into a book. She wrote:

“Your pieces which you write are your ISLANDS dumbo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just realised.
Put your islands into a book!!!!!!!!!!!”

So, as I never save anything that I write on this blog, I set out last night to begin collecting from the archives everything that I have written here, to see what might be usable in some way. I thought the best way, the most systematic way, to do this would be to find the first post I ever made on this blog and then just work forward from there, copying and pasting everything into Word, for later editing. I knew that I had started dropping in on this blog sometime around September of last year, so I went to the archives and started searching there. When I finally got to it and realized what my the very first post to this blog was, my heart skipped a beat, maybe even two, or three. The first entry I made was dated September 8. The topic – Free Association of the Week: The Island!

Thank you, karen. Thank you, Nanci. Thank you, Marielle. And, of course, most of all, thank you, Paulo!

If, as your main character in the Zahir says, writing is getting lost at sea, I may have just found myself. As you note, Paulo, it is a great source of surprise to me too to discover that other people might also be in search of that very island that I am writing from. “…And what the writer thought of as a solitary exercise becomes a bridge, a boat, a means by which souls can travel and communicate. From then on, I am no longer…lost in the storm: …I understand what I wrote when I see that others understand it too… and then I understand that my soul is not alone.”

Love,
Savita

(R.F. Morneau)

You were the catalyst that catapulted my dreams and deepest desires into action. And I can say that on this VERY day and everyday after…I am living the life I was meant to live, living my personal legend, and will never again choose anything but what my heart yearns for.

You are a gift to the people of the world Paulo. You are loved.

Jenovia

Thank you for baring your soul to us, your readers. I think your kind of writing and the kind that many of us strive to do is a result of the constant courage to speak your truth and to remember that there is only love and that it is the only thing that matters. It is about remembering, acting from, and not getting lost. Not easy, but when you have done it, you can’t imagine doing or being anything else…

Love,
Sherry (http://evolutioninconsciousness.blogspot.com/)

(Now I read on my calendar that it was his party, so I am pleased to write this for you today;is a phrase that is dear to my heart, that I wrote in the header in the book I sent you “Aimer, c’était donc ça”

« L’âme ne peut vivre sans amour, il lui faut toujours quelque chose à aimer puisque c’est par amour que Dieu l’a créée »
Sainte Catherine de Sienne

( aujourd’hui j’ai lu sur mon agenda que c’était sa fête, alors je suis heureuse d’écrire cela pour vous aujourd’hui ; c’est une phrase qui me tient à coeur , que j’ai écrit en en-tête dans le livre que je vous ai envoyé “Aimer, c’était donc ça”