A little bit of Rumi for the soul

Truthbomb

I received my daily "truthbomb" from Danielle LaPorte this morning and as my darling friend Donna would say ... "holy crap!" as it speaks volumes ...

Be the gift you bring.

And how do you do that?  Life is so busy and the pace so frenetic that we lose touch with what our own unique gifts are, and with what truly fires us up.  We also get so sidetracked by all the doing and it becomes hard to make the time to do what brings us joy.  

What gets you going that you are so energized that you forget about time, about eating and about the world around you?  What are your joys?  What fills your cup?  And in doing that, carving out some time for it in the day or week, as I have said before, you are serving those around you.  You don't need to go looking in the world for how you can serve it.  Know yourself, be authentic and live your joy.  That is how you serve the world authentically.  I think this picture sums it up for me beautifully ... 

On my bookshelf

These are the books I am currently or have just finished reading ...

I really enjoyed Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother.  Her parenting method is definitely extreme in our western society, but I loved some of her thinking. For instance, the idea of not pushing your child or allowing them to give up on something, amounts to not fully believing in their total potential.  Gives one some food for thought!

Broken Open was just beautiful.  I loved the real life stories, the beautiful quotes and poems, the sharing and the insights.

I am still in the early pages of Destiny of Souls and I am quite drawn to it with my dad having just passed on.

Then, The Fire Starter Sessions by Danielle LaPorte came about because we had finished reading The Artist's Way, and one of our group saw this book and inside it said something about this book being "the bad ass version of The Artist's Way" so we decided to move onto that.  We have only just completed 2 chapters, but I am really really enjoying that too.

These last two weeks have been incredibly sad for my family, especially my mom and I, after losing my beautiful father just over two weeks ago on the 29th of June 2013.  We are really feeling heart sore, and for the moment, this poem by W.H. Auden truly expresses how we feel ...

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I love you Georgie - you are deelpy and sorely missed xxx