Holidays can feel lonely
even when you're surrounded
by others, by family.
The world seems to exist
and shuns those who aren't
If you let it.
Make your holidays your own
with your own traditions
and don't let the world's views
give less meaning to your own.
--hugs to each of you from Gal
When you begin to touch
your heart or let your heart be touched,
you begin to discover that it's
that it doesn't have any resolution,
that this heart is
huge, vast, and limitless.
You begin to discover how much warmth and
gentleness is there,
as well as how much space.
"If you haven't
found it yet,
As with all
matters of the heart,
when you find it.
And, like any
it just gets
better and better
as the years roll on."
“Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless
amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside
you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human
interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. And home is not a house-home
is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion
and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you
finally feel at peace.”
Today, I have been doing a lot of pondering. Three years ago, I was lucky enough, or blessed enough, to purchase my own home. It's small, only 1056 square feet. But its my refuge from the rest of the world, a place to rest, to dream. (and take pictures, of course!)
The holiday seasons are upon us, and nothing we do will stop them from
No matter which holidays you celebrate, I hope its a joyous
“I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something.
I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else -
someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass