Tag: pain
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Before and After ~ Stephen Mitchell’s Second Book of the Dao
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in Books, Insight, Love, Non-Fiction, Perfection, Peter’s Poems, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, SynonymsI was digging into Stephen Mitchell‘s The Second Book of the Dao one day back in January (over a lovely Red Snapper Soup @ Granville Island) when a passage in the second chapter inspired the following poem. Before and After Before sorrow, longing Before longing, anger Before anger, pain Before pain, injury Before injury, fear…
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The trick … is not minding that it hurts ~ Lawrence of Arabia
I’ve always loved this scene introducing Peter O’Toole in David Lean’s Lawrence of Arabia. In a film rife with extraordinary storytelling and wisdom, it remains my favourite. In hindsight perhaps it’s the spiritual undertone of Lawrence’s statement that’s always intrigued me most because, of course, Lawrence isn’t only talking about physical pain here. There’s plenty…
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Dave Matthews ~ Minstrel of love, patience, perseverance in The Space Between
I posted this song on our Facebook page where it received a few comments. One of them, “the lyrics do lend themselves to that “shiver down your spine” feeling…none of us want to be there.” No, none of us do want to be in a relationship that’s broken, filled with hurt, pain, anguish. It’s the…
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Peter Gabriel’s “So” — change is coming down like red rain
The text below (with some new edits) was posted as a link on my Facebook profile a week shy of three months ago. I’d just returned from a nearly 3 month-long road trip through the western US, preceded by 2 months in Australia. The story it tells begins to describe the unusual relationship I have…
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Seeking the true behind the true. . .
Some random thoughts on truth and being true… I no longer put much stock in "the truth". That phrase predisposes us to notions of an objective reality (one that exists without imagination ;), one that is permanent, unchanging, eternal. Truth is a fiction established as fact through reason. On the other hand, i put all…
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Glenn
Summers in New Hampshire provide a teenager with blissfully warm weather and an abundance of distractions from the boredom that seems to accompany the day-to-day existence of the young. There were the streams in which I’d fish for trout, and the marinas filled with pickerel, and Weirs Beach with its small mouth bass. My father’s…
