It’s been a year since the experience and my life still seems to be headed down a direction that I never thought it would take me. Nothing turned out as I expected it would but it all seems to be working out, well, perfectly.

I experience so much disappointment in this life. The lovers and friends I wanted, I didn’t receive, the now seemingly arrogant, opinionated voice I expected to develop, I did not get. In fact, as the year rolled on, I became quieter, more observant, slow to speak.

I thought I would have all the answers, but instead I was faced with more questions than before. And the only things I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is that God exists, He exists within me, and that everything I could possibly need to achieving what I am to achieve iis within me.

What I am trying to figurate out is.. the beauty of this waiting, the joy of this pain, I haven´t found it.. I am just falling sleep…

Lots of love, Amy

I had been battling with myself lately about and asking myself questions about my purpose here on Earth and I just keep on forgetting that all I have to do is to believe! Before, I thought miracles had to be majestically grand. My problem was a matter of perspective. Now, I see everyday miracles and I’m thankful I am witnessing them.

Thank you, as always.

With Love,
Savita

I have read your words and know exactly how you feel. But be strong, have faith in yourself and look in the mirror and smile cause you are still God’s child and he will take care of you. The world is all around you but dont forget of all the problems and heartache there is also good in this world. open yourself to this, it will be hard and i am going through the same emotions you are..sometimes it’s all too much but look around you and be thankful for what you have……
take care
Paris

My best idea of everyones uniqeness and necessity use to be thinking about the building of a cathedral. A project that sometimes lasted for 3-4 generations. The plans, the finances, the cutting of stones, the transportations, the building itself, the windows, furniture, statues – all the details – touched by so many invisible hands without names – no wellknown Alighieris – except for some artists and bishops, but still the result is standing there today and we walk between the pillars echoing of the ancient forests that ones covered Europe.

I like to think of all those hands building the cathedral.

I am a huge fan of your writings and will continue cycling through your books and re-reading them. In this particular blog, Im not enjoying the fact that the tiger has inspired an immortal verse for someone else. If the tiger is unhappy and thinks it will die in there, how can it be good for the tiger that someone else was inspired by him. He probably doesn’t know that hes inspired someone else and is still left to die by himself in his cage?? Maybe Im missing something, I just wish the tiger had inspired something in himself.
April

But maybe it has something to teach us. Patience.

Love,
L.

I have read “Things as they are” many times and had even sent it to some friends for inspiration.
It is a good reminder that we need to be patients, that everything happens for a reason and there is not such a thing of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Thank you for the reminder.
Life if about the journey and not its final destination

Love
Gabi

INDIA

They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle,
The spotted jungle full of shapeless patches
Sometimes they’re leaves, sometimes they’re hanging flowers,
Sometimes they’re hot gold patches of the sun:
They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle!

What do they hunt by glimmering pools of water,
By the round silver Moon, the Pool of Heaven:
In the striped grass, amid the barkless trees
The Stars scattered like eyes of beasts above them!

What do they hunt, their hot breath scorching insects,
Insects that blunder blindly in the way,
Vividly fluttering they also are hunting,
Are glittering with a tiny ecstasy!

The grass is flaming and the trees are growing,
The very mud is gurgling in the pools,
Green toads are watching, crimson parrots flying,
Two pairs of eyes meet one another glowing
They hunt, the velvet tigers in the jungle.

– W. J. Turner

Yesterday I was out and about, running errands, when I found myself in a check-out line. The man at the register forgot to remove my change when the drawer was open, so he had to call for assistance. We waited…and we waited, for what seemed like an eternity. People behind me in line grew restless and began to grumble. Meanwhile, the cashier and my daughter engaged in a conversation about some toy that she had recently purchased on lay-away, paying a little at a time from her allowance, until she paid it off. She was very excited, and more than a little proud of herself for having done this. It was then that the cashier turned to me and said, with a huge smile on his face: GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT. He was, of course, referring to the toy and my daughter’s patience in attaining it. However, as he spoke, I had the feeling that the heavens had just opened up and that a voice from above was speaking directly to me about my life, and more specifically about this current period of apparent stasis from which I cannot seem to escape, no matter how hard I try. Just in that moment, the manager arrived, the cashier was able to open the drawer, and we were able to move on out the door, freeing up the line.

Just this morning I receive a brief message from a friend who is currently making a grand tour of the US by automobile. I realize immediately that she is expecting me to be who-knows-where by now. The plan we agreed on months ago is that somehow, somewhere, even if in the middle of nowhere, we will make it a point to meet up before summer’s end.

Her message reads: “Where are you?”

I reply: “I’m not sure. I think they call this place Purgatory.”

So then I google images “Purgatory” and send her this pic – http://www.vintage-views.com/DORE/Purgatory/images/0901K4-73_jpg.jpg – because I feel that it so perfectly encapsulates the feeling of this place where I am at the moment, which has nothing to do with my physical location on any map. It has to do with the fact that everything in my life seems to have come to a screeching halt, and nothing that I have tried seems to make any difference. So, I sit, and I wait, because I know from experience that when things like this happen, it is usually because the Universe has some plan for me that I can’t quite grasp just yet. There will be a time for movement, but that time is not yet. Things are happening. Much is happening – I know this – but it is below the surface, where I cannot see it. From my perspective it appears as though nothing is moving at all.

Rather than causing me agitation and worry, however, the whole situation fills me with great excitement and a sense of immense anticipation. I feel like some great door is about to swing open, or, as Paulo says, some miracle about to happen. I don’t yet know what this is all about, but I know that there is some reason (beyond my knowing) for my whole life suddenly being frozen, even if that reason is something so simple as that I, like the tiger, will be in the right place at the right moment to inspire some single immortal stanza of poetry.

Thank you, Paulo, for reminding me to remain patient, and above all to trust.

Sincerely,
Savita

good night to all you here,
x

True words this

w-w-l*

I know my path will be taken care of by God. So I do not worry if I have lost a lot of chances. I don’t know if I’ll end up with a tadpole, a frog or a prince – but I’m sure that love will be back in my life some day. And I don’t know if I’ll end up rich or poor – whatever I gain I’ll share.

Most of all I wish for my sons to be happy. Even if it means I might have to sacrifice some of my own happiness. If we all can be happy – well, what more could one ask for? :-)