‘Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom’. (Marcel Proust)
Today’s picture is one of a series of empathy cards produced by Emily McDowell, they are designed to send to people with serious or life threatening illnesses. Emily herself is a cancer survivor and these cards arise out of her experiences of people’s awkwardness around her and how there are no cards that say to someone what you really feel about the devastating nature of their illness. It is well worth reading what Emily herself says about her cards and the motivation behind them.
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “First Poems”
(Photo found on Facebook, no credit)
I know it’s not really a photograph, but I love Eeyore.
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
so comes love
~ e. e. cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)
A perceptive wee poem from ee cummings.
It is not always easy to let some things (or some people) go.
We hold on to the hurts and the disappointments (big and small)… and we do this this at the expense of love.
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is someone valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
If you are experiencing self doubt, spend time with people who lift your spirits and make you feel good about yourself. Avoid those who pick away at your confidence and who try to pull you down to their level. Life is too short to be with people who suck the life blood from you.
(Pictures: Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes)