On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free.
I gorged myself until my tummy ached.
Even a mistake is better than nothing.
Craig ThompsonI promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.
Craig ThompsonAnd slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings. Mangy grass poked through the receding snow. Patches of white were swallowed up in the till of the fields. New shapes emerged. Areas of the forest became INACCESSIBLE now that the snow no longer weighed down the weeds and brier. ...Nothing fits together anymore.
Craig ThompsonI love the sea because it is boundless.
Craig ThompsonYou're more than a story.
Craig ThompsonThey say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative.
Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath.
Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept away, forms dissolve into one atmosphere.
The rib cage opens, the lungs fill, the breast rises.
Waves sweep up the body on their swell, rocking it rhythmically.
Feet planted, the back arches, the pelvis reaches forward.
Oxygen kindles a flame, sprawling through the belly, and gathering in a warm blaze.
The hand reaches to meet the sensation.
Calligraphy spills from the inkwell.
Open your eyes, sharpen your focus, and exclaim:
There are no separations.
The Sufi saint Rabi'a Al-Adawiyya was seen carrying a firebrand and a jug of water - the firebrand to burn Paradise, the jug of water to drown Hell...
So that both veils disappear, and God's followers worship, not out of hope for reward, nor fear of punishment, but out of love.
I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.
Craig ThompsonMots clés insightful depression longing
Du bist gerade erst gegangen und schon erscheinen unsere gemeinsamen Orte so viel schöner und bedeutungsvoller. Wieso wolltest du all das nur hinter dir lassen? Was rede ich, meine Welt ist doch nicht bedeutungsvoller, sondern leerer. Was nützt der atemberaubende Blick aufs Meer schon ohne dich? Gar nichts.
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