Archive for November, 2012

Free heart and soul

To explore what it would mean to live fully, sensually alive and passionately on purpose, I have to drop my preconceived ideas of who and what I am. It is as if the salt of years is running free from me. Like so many of us, my head has been stuffed full of knowledge, but something in me is still starving. So here, I seek to empty it of the stories, explanations, and interpretations I am clutching in the fist of my mind. When did it get so tightly closed that it became numb? And what was it holding onto anyway? I want it free. I want my heart and soul free. Free of and free from. Free of struggle, free from doubt in the canyons of my bones, free from running from the truth of knowing that something has been missing.

— Dawna Markova, I will not die an unlived life, p. 44


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Alive and awake

I stumble forward in a dim light, finding my way to the vitality that is passion one step at a time. I come to four doors, closed at my heart: rage, denial, inertia, and loss. I believe most of us were taught to slam these shut, turn our backs, and lean up against them in fear. But I also believe that on the other side of these doors are passageways to our brightest fire, the choice to live fully awake and alive.

— Dawna Markova, I will not die an unlived life, p. 47

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Bathed in love

Thomas Hardy once observed that your birthday exists in relation to another day, a day that is impossible to know: we pass silently, every year, over the anniversary of our death. How would it change if you knew the date of when you were going to die? Would your priorities change? …

Everything altered for me that day in the hospital, the way a tidal wave might alter your definition of a day at the beach forever. It was as if an invisible hand opened a rusty valve inside me. To everyone else, the world was just the same. To me, it was bathed in love, an unlimited source of energy that ran through me. It could never be used up or dried up. I can get in its way. I can shut off the valve, but the more of it I let flow, the more fulfilled I feel.

— Dawna Markova, I will not die an unlived life, p. 131-32

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We are rhythm

“We ourselves are rhythm,” wrote Hazrat Inayat Khan. “The beating of our heart, the pulse throbbing in our wrist or head, our circulation, the working of the whole mechanisms of our body is rhythmic.” As a doctor, I know this to be true. As a healer, I believe that our bodies resonate with the sounds produced by our voices, most vividly perhaps when we are in tune with the sound of the singing bowls. And as we resonate on a cellular level, we begin to heal physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

— Mitchell Gaynor, The Healing Power of Sound, p. 50

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Saturated with music

Even before his birth, Mozart was saturated with music. I have no doubt that such a situation prepared his nervous system to listen and to live only in music. … [M]usical expression was the true mother tongue which enabled Mozart to communicate with the entire universe.

— Alfred Tomatis, MD, in Mitchell Gaynor, The Healing Power of Sound, p. 94-95

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Infinite gratitude

… To seek to forgive others for their wrongdoings,

even immense ones, and to put the past behind.

To find ways to reach out and help the disenfranchised,

while also preserving their dignity and self-worth.

To be as loving and caring as possible,

in a culture that consistently challenges these virtues.

To remember to say or send “thank you”

for whatever comes as a gift from another.

To be at peace

with what cannot be changed.

— Joyce Rupp, The Circle of Life, p. 195

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More gratitude

… To find something to laugh about in every day,

even when there seems nothing to laugh about.

To search for and to see the good in others,

rather than remembering their faults and weaknesses.

To be thankful for each loving deed done by another,

no matter how insignificant it might appear.

To taste life to the fullest,

and not take any part of it for granted. …

— Joyce Rupp, The Circle of Life, p. 194-195

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