Few things I have learned lately in these impossible times, you made my yesterday and today possible, thank you for the hugs, the words and the books, there’s nothing like that in times of distress. I remember that:
-It is dark because you are trying too hard.
-Most of the dealing time belongs to conversation. Swim with someone willing to go deep in your waters.
-Success is a decision.
-Every time you choose to not act on your anger, you’re rewriting your brain to become calmer and more compassionate.
-Your biggest enemy is your uncontrolled mind.

Il existe, dans la vraie vie, un fil sans bout ni d’un côté ni de l’autre, qui rend la vie pratique si épuisante qu’à chercher à la comprendre, se découvrent en elle les traits d’un witz incongru.
Le récit de soi classe par séquences des événements, les assemble autour d’un temps non-fixe dont l’axe change tout le temps, selon la succession de points d’assemblage impossibles à tordre, impossibles à maintenir, des points souples d’ancrage fixés n’importe où. Rapprocher les événements, bout à bout, sans tenir compte des temps morts uniformes et sans histoire, qui avec le sommeil forment l’essentiel du temps, donnent à la vie son caractère illusoire et pathétique, réplique de répliques. Reste à rejoindre le sommeil comme refuge protecteur d’une quête sans héros pour quelques miettes précieuses. Malgré la complexité de la métamorphose et de la reproduction, la durée de vie totale du morphe bleu n’est que d’environ 3 mois.

Un mot de Simone Weil m’accompagne :
« D’une manière générale ne souhaiter la disparition d’aucune de ses misères, mais la Grâce qui les transfigure. »

A few things I’ve learned recently and I want to share them with you :

-That there are doors in forms of people, words, stories, eyes, those perfect chords within that perfect piece of music that strike in a prompt second of “yes.” Doors everywhere opening into other sides that cannot be reached, unless you step up, and open them. Doors as openings into new worlds within this lifetime.

-Nothing lasts. But it doesn’t really end either.

-You need to write while the fire burns hot. Not after.

-If you have to convince yourself of something, the (right) answer is likely the opposite, and yes, this of course means the best direction will not usually be easy or logical or part of the original plan. Do the more difficult, more primal, more beautifully terrifying thing.

-Meaning and purpose don’t come in the forms of great accomplishments or undertakings. Rather, they reveal themselves on some randomly idle weekday morning when you realize how much you love someone or that you’re doing all you can with what you can carry in the place you are with the time you have with what you care about.

-Laughter and hope are often the same.

-Aloneness won’t necessarily equate to freedom.

-You need to lose yourself sometimes or often. Losing yourself provides mirrors where you can see it all clear afterward, true as it’s ever been and etched in fine detail across fog-free glass.

-How do you begin anything? From exactly where you are. With simply this breath.

-That you should (always) gaze up at the seas of stars opening our nights and remember again and again that you’re in an awesomely vast and wild universe where nearly anything can happen, and at any given time.

« Ne laisse pas le passé blesser de son poids mort les ailes de l’instant, ne déchire pas le pacte de sa page blanche,ne renie pas son envol même si un ange devait forcer ton passage vers le rêve aboli, ne laisse pas le passé briser de son poids neutre les chances de l’instant, ne déchire pas le pacte de son élan vivant ne détourne pas son envol même si un ange devait empêcher son passage vers le pays oublié ». Alain Suied

“ …Some people are like leaves on a tree. The wind blows, they’re over here. It blows the other way, they’re over there. They’re unstable. Seasons change. They wither and die. They’re gone. That’s alright. Most people in the world are like that. They’re just there to take from the tree. They aren’t going to do anything but take and give shade every now and then. That’s all they can do. Don’t get mad at people like that. That’s who they are. They were put on the earth to be a leaf.

Some people are like a branch on the tree. You gotta be careful of those branches too. They’ll fool you. They make you think they’re a good friend and they’re real strong, but you step out there on them, and they break and they leave you high and dry.

But if you find you two or three people in your life just like the roots at the bottom of that tree, you are blessed ‘cause them the kind of people that ain’t going nowhere. They ain’t worried about being seen. Don’t nobody have to know they know you. Don’t have to know what they’re doing for you. But if those roots weren’t there, that tree couldn’t live.

A tree can have a hundred million branches, but there’s only few roots down at the bottom. I’m telling you son, when you get some roots, hang onto them. But the rest of them, let it go.”

If we are to live and have something to live for, let us remember, all of us, that we are the servants as well as the masters of our fields.

Our very life here depends directly on continuous acts of beginning.