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My Father - My Life
Posted by Carl in Personal, Philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing on June 27th, 2011
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, I could see my father at the end of the garden. He was motionless, looking for something, I could not tell what, or where, beyond the world, His body was already bent over, but his gaze Was lifted toward the unaccomplished or the impossible. He had put aside his pick and his spade, The air was fresh on that morning of the world, But even freshness can be impenetrable, and cruel The memory of the mornings of childhood. Who was he, who had he been in the light, I did not know, I still do not. But I also see him on the boulevard, Walking slowly, so much weariness Weighing down the way he now moved, He was going back to work, while I was wandering about with some of my classmates At the beginning of an afternoon still free from time. To this figure, seen from afar, moving on its way, I dedicate the words that cannot say what they would. (In the dining room Of the Sunday afternoon, in summer, The shutters closed against the heat, The table cleared, he suggested Cards, since these are the only pictures In the childhood house to satisfy The needs of dream, but he leaves, And when he does, the child clumsily takes the cards, He puts the winning ones in the other’s hand, Then waits feverishly for the game to begin again, And for the one who was losing to win, and so triumphantly That he might see in this victory a sign, something to nourish some hope the child cannot know. After this, two paths part, and one of them Vanishes, and almost immediately, forgetfulness Sets in, avid, relentless.
The Great Awakening
Posted by Carl in Philosophy, Poetry, Writing on January 3rd, 2011
A time comes in your life when you finally get it…when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out…ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold on. Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening.
You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon.
You realize that in the real world there aren’t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you…and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are…and that’s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.
You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself…and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you – or didn’t do for you – and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.
You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and everything isn’t always about you.
So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself…and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties…and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.
You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with.
You learn that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” looking for you next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not you job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely.
You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.
You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drinking more water, and take more time to exercise.
You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.
More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You learn that no one can do it all alone, and that it’s OK to risk asking for help.
You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.
You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people…and you lean not to always take it personally.
You learn that nobody’s punishing you and everything isn’t always somebody’s fault. It’s just life happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You lean that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than you heart’s desire.
You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.
Finally, with courage in you heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
A Question of The Perfect Love
What is this idea of a perfect love?
In what hidden place does he so cleverly reside?
Where is this perfect love that is found within me?
In what corner if my heart does he so cleverly hide?
How does he appear, I ask?
Who can describe this tenant that I might require that him show himself !
Instead he taunts from his reclusive place with images of his existence.
But he does not show his face to me,
nor does his presence nourish me.
I will hunt him down with dogs..if they will hunt!
Still they bark and sniff but he is not dislodged.
I will command to no avail.
And all is silenced beneath the clatter of the hunt;
Torrents washed this fateful trail.
And so I am still here astride my steed.. prepared to hunt..
And yet… there is no track or trace
to lead me to this hiding place.
A Winning Spirit
Posted by Carl in Philosophy, Poetry on July 4th, 2010
“I come with a crash of music,
with trumpets and drums.
My gear does not sound just for the victorious
But for the defeated and dead too.
They all say it’s glorious win a battle.
Well I say that losing is so glorious.
The battles are lost in the same spirit that wins. “
Walt Whitman
Show Your Love
Posted by Carl in Health and more, Love, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing on June 19th, 2010
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Remember to tell and show
your friends and family
just how much you love
and appreciate them.
How Do I Love Thee
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
E.B. Browning
Happiness
Posted by Carl in Health and more, Philosophy, Poetry, Writing on April 25th, 2010
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Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. ~Mohandas K. Gandhi
The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances. ~Martha Washington
It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about. ~Dale Carnegie
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. ~Oscar Wilde
Cherish your visions
Posted by Carl in Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Writing on April 16th, 2010
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Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
Solitary
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If I were a little bird
and had two little wings,
I would fly to you.
But since it cannot be,
I must stay here.
Although I’m far from you,
in sleep I’m beside you,
speaking with you.
But when I awaken,
I am alone.
Not an hour of the night goes by
that my heart doesn’t awaken
And think of you,
and imagine that, many thousands of times,
you give your heart to me.
A Mother’s Prayer
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From a mother’s Prayer Book
May you always have enough:
Happiness to keep you sweet..
Trials to keep you strong..
Sorrows to keep you humble..
Success to make you eager..
Friends to give you comfort..
Wealth to meet your needs..
Faith to vanquish depression..
And
Determination to make each day better than the day before.
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