Somewhere back in September I’ve found a beautiful quote:
when someone hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no wind can erase it…
Gee, I need to find an uninhabited island with long sandy beaches…
lovely lana
oh holy night the stars are brightly shining
it is the night of our dear saviours birth
hurray midnight mass is on without worrying
about perishing in the snow banks
you know my dear friend the religious side of christmas means everything to me
well the good food with familly and friends well that is all year round arent we fortunate
but the cathedral is magical around christmas time it is a gift of spiritual light and life
now I was looking at a gorgeous picture of santa dear his white locks were especially long across my brothers face and I thought I hope a lot of women are out there playing the santa role but then I really dont want to be a santa that is uninteresting part for me
so I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
I know
emanueless hee hee lol
love you my friend
I will see you early next week to greet you as 2007 approaches
until then may all your silver lined dreams come true forget about the dirty bloodlettingdreams. hee hee
and I hope you feel like a new years baby. hee hee
Or a nice expanse of really really fluffy deep snow. Then fogiveness has two options: to blow it away or melt it!!!
I think that it’s more natural to write pain in stone. We want to remember pain so we can avoid it. Pleasure is more fleeting because we have less reason to hold on to it – perhaps because we are too busy enjoying it, or because the very act of engraving the joy turns the joy into a chore?
Perhaps that is why it is so important to do so consciously, as you say?
Great quote.
merry christmas
christmas is about forgiveness
christ was nailed to the cross but he forgave
yikes
I think it is harder to remember joy because it is just incorporated into our lives like a breath of fresh wind that keeps us alive
but when we are hurt we are threatened and that is engraved deeply
oh what a beautiful christmas shrine this journal is
merry christmas beautiful russian svetlana
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Christmas carols ..and blessings winging to you too my dear Lana …
Hugs and holly and HO HO HO !
Linda xxx