The Shirt of Flames

“ Love is extravagant, in the price, it is willing to pay, the hardship it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of “how little”, but always in terms of “how much”. Love gives, love knows, and love last…”
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Bliss

blissFind something, anything, which is so encompassing that in a given block of time it enthralls you to get lost together in unconsciousness. Such things are beyond space and time, it is bliss and one only questions the indignities of why when not doing this transcendent work. Continue reading Bliss

What Is Needed… Hope, Love, Faith

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”

While reading a book of essays from Andre Dubus, I happened upon a piece of advice given him that has stayed with me, “don’t think about what you want; think about what you need.” And what you need is to a very large extent what you have at this moment. But we go around in such denial as to accepting what we already have. We always want something else in lieu of what we need. And if you get your heart’s desire? It ends up like a toy a child begs for only to become bored with. What you need you don’t even want to think about much less want. Continue reading What Is Needed… Hope, Love, Faith

Of Words, a Raft, & a Dragonfly

dictionary-390055_640“And the raft is cast aside on the shore of destination only replaced by a new raft which in time will discard itself, inasmuch as knowledge begets wisdom.” -JC

I had a dream that I lived on an island, a faraway island where I was completely ignorant of the world and my place in it. And one day I awoke from a deep sleep only to see a Dragonfly who bid me follow. I suddenly found Continue reading Of Words, a Raft, & a Dragonfly

The Authentic Self

92D971C610It is a bit daunting to think that every time we breathe we take in a small bit of the universe. And by the same token, every time we exhale we leave a bit of ourselves out in the open. Vulnerable and unsettling as that may seem, we each hold the key to the threshold that enters the laborite to our individual self and our breathing is the conduit, both literal and metaphoric; pursuit to each other. And no one else can enter that very crooked path for you; it’s a solo gig. But it’s so hard to know the self.  

One way is to look at our expectations for they tell us more about ourselves than just what we’re expecting. How far are you willing to go for your aspirations? Blind ambition can lead to all kinds of false idles until you can’t get enough. You become so separated from all that is internal… it remains hidden, covered up in a delusion. How do we avoid this interior/exterior tug of war? Continue reading The Authentic Self

The Canyon

N59BYOWHER-freestockphotosA bit of advice given to a young Native American at the time of his initiation: ‘As you go the way of life, you will see a great chasm. Jump. It is not as wide as you think.’ – Joseph Campbell, “Reflections on the Art of Living.”

As anyone who travels this canyon into oneself knows that its chasms cut deep. What’s                 expected runs amuck, the unexpected is in vogue and one must expect and accept the difference. Every time I held myself in amazement, overwhelmed at another crack discovered on the surface, another inkling of understanding, it was also matched by feelings of doubt and fear. Is it easier being numb, just grazing through life without  any direction or so we may believe at times. Continue reading The Canyon

The Chamber

220px-Nathaniel_HawthorneThe following passage is found in the notebooks of Nathaniel Hawthorne, dated Salem, October 4, 1836, Union Street. To me, it speaks volumes about the human heart and its longing that is every bit as present now as it was then. But what is most enchanting to me is it allows me to converse with the past as though it were an endless conversation as indeed it is. 

I often come back to this passage time and time again when I am in need of guidance or should I say, a pat on the back. I hope it leaves you with as much encouragement as it has me.

Best Regards,                                                                                                                     -JC

Here I sit in my accustomed chamber, where I used to sit in days gone by… Here I have written many tales, many which have burned to ashes, many which have doubtless deserved the same fate. This claims to be called a haunted chamber, for thousands upon thousands of visions have appeared to me in it; and some few of them have become visible to the world. If ever I should have a biographer, he ought to make great mention of this chamber in my memoirs, because so much of my lonely youth was wasted here, and here my mind and character were formed; and here I have been glad and hopeful and here I have been despondent.  And here I sat a long, long time, waiting patiently for the world to know me, and sometimes wondering why it did not know me sooner, or whether it would ever know me at all, at least, till I were in my grave. And sometimes it seemed as if I were already in the grave, with only life enough to be chilled and benumbed. But oftener I was happy, at least, as happy as I then knew to be, or was aware of the possibility of being.

By and by the world found me in my lonely chamber, and called me forth, not, indeed, with a loud roar of acclamation, but rather still, small voices, and forth I went, but found nothing in the world that I thought preferable to my old solitude till now… And now I begin to understand why I was imprisoned so many years in this lonely chamber and why I could never break through the viewless bolts and bars; for if I had sooner made my escape into the world, I would have grown hard and rough, and been covered with earthly dust, and my heart might have become callous by rude encounters with the multitudes… But living in solitude till the fullness of time was come, I still kept the dew of my youth and the freshness of my heart… I used to think I could imagine all passions, all feelings, and states of the heart and mind; but how little did I know! Indeed, we are but shadows; we are not endowed with real life, and that which seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream, till the heart be touched. That touch creates us, then we begin to be, thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.           -Nathaniel Hawthorne

Peace At Every Turn

RL2PEP40MR“Is there a difference between happiness and inner peace? Yes. Happiness depends on conditions being perceived as positive; inner peace does not.”                                   -Eckhart Tolle

One day not too long ago, a friend of mine said to me and I quote, ‘If I’d only find peace in my life then I know I’d be happy.” I thought about this and suggested that peace and happiness have nothing to do with each other as one is not inclusive of the other. Continue reading Peace At Every Turn

The Road

  The untold want by life and land ne’er granted.     FZQOV2XR3W                                                            Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find. –Walt Whitman- Untold Want

And what of the road, the open road, the path I walk; its sweet song that I fail to hear at times, I fail to appreciate out of bowing to my fear. To let go of fear, bid it adieu is to “live the life imagined”, as Thoreau so simply but effectively stated. Walk from this day forward and believe that it is so… right now standing in these shoes on this good earth. Continue reading The Road

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220px-Nathaniel_Hawthorne“I used to think I could imagine all passions, all feelings,     and states of the heart and mind; but how little did I know! Indeed, we are but shadows; we are not endowed with real life, and that which seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream, till the heart be touched. That touch creates us, then we begin to be, thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.”                              -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Chamber