Memories are short,
The good, all but forgotten,
Only anger and selfishness stand tall in the foreground of now;
Efforts in caring blur before eyes unfocused,
Seen only by the heart of the giver,
Appreciated so briefly by those to whom it is given ....

and the soul becomes weary.

Let your weary soul rest in the comfort of angel wings, then feel the incredible beauty of just being alive...just being YOU! :)

((((angel hugs))))

Thoughtfully shared by: an angel at December 15, 2002 01:30 AM

Paradoxically, it seems that the soul is sometimes in need of a deepening weariness…to be entirely stuck in the muck of life; it wants mightily to counter balance the wishes of the spirit that wants only to be free and unfettered by all our earthly attachments and grievances…to be light.

Thoughtfully shared by: thatmark at December 15, 2002 11:38 AM

*sigh*

it reminds me of a story about kafka and his father... my english is probably not good enough for me to tell it, but i'll try anyway.

do you know his story? it is terrible. his father was as mean as one could be... one day he went to kafka and said he'd gotten a wooden piece where he was going to hammer a nail every time kafka did something bad or mean. months later it was completely full. not one hammer would fit on the wooden piece anymore. so he said to kafka that he'd been evil enough and that it was time for him to do some good-action to fix all harm he'd caused. and kafka spent months trying to please his father being as good as he could. many months later his father came to him holding the empty wooden piece in his hands. he said - look, you've been so good that you finally managed to fix the bad things you've done. it's clean now. then kafka looked at the wooden piece, which was full of little marks on the place of the nails, then with suspicion he looked at his father and asked - how are you going to remove the marks?

*sigh* did that come out readable? i hope so.

love, monica.

Thoughtfully shared by: monica at December 15, 2002 12:36 PM

My Angel,
The wings are wonderful, and very comforting ... a reprieve. Thank you so much. :) But ... just being me right now is ..... almost impossible. Soon, I hope. :)

(((((hug)))))

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Mark,
A paradox I'm not sure I fancy much. Some things shouldn't have to be counter-balanced, don'tcha think? ;) But then again, I suppose the lightness of being always has had its alter, hasn't it. And that ... is what makes the ride so interesting.

Thank you :)

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Monica,
Not only is it readable, but it makes wonderful sense ... and resonates deeply. I can't thank you enough for sharing it with me ... and for being my friend.

Love,
Leigh

Thoughtfully shared by: Leigh at December 15, 2002 07:20 PM

Take your time, my friend. Rushing never did anybody any good. When it comes to Spiritual growth, the pace is slow. That's just the way it is. :)
Much love and Hugs,

Thoughtfully shared by: Debbie at December 17, 2002 02:58 PM