Just totally loved this poem – it captures so much that is relevant in today’s world in beautiful words and prose… a pleasure to read over coffee this morning! 🙂
When I first started working in Luxembourg, one of the top Managing Partners of a law firm gave me a piece of advice: “I operate with one rule, if you don’t want something to end up on the front page of a paper, then don’t do it”.
While it sounded alright, at the time it seemed a bit much – I was from London and I wasn’t used to the size of the market. He was a Partner at a tier one law firm and I thought it was probably more key for someone with that position; after all, in London…
The blog post continues here: http://fundspartnership.com/why-actions-speak-louder-than-words/
“Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being. We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.”
I have been thinking on this topic for the last year or so now, but was never really able to put it into words what I was actually feeling or thinking. This lady sums it all up quite nicely – yes, I miss touch a lot… I can’t live without it…
I do tai chi regularly — everyone in my class has partners or kids, someone they can touch regularly… I told them this, and asked them if they would be my “hug class” as well as my tai chi colleagues; now, almost every week, I get at least 5 hugs, twice, on two separate days off these acquaintances — and they love it just as much as I do! My family don’t live anywhere near me either, and my partnered friends are always busy, and my parent friends too; so I really appreciate my “hug class”!! 🙂 ❤
Writing feels good.
Writing helps to clarify thoughts in my own mind. Processes and analyses are crystallised, emotions are sorted through, and awareness often asserts itself.
I started drawing again… I forgot how therapeutic it is, even if just scribbles. It reminds me that there are depths to myself I have forgotten, or lost along the way.
How many things we are capable of doing when we are young but that we then forget as we grow older, as we succumb to this ideal of society, of being mature, responsible, of being an adult?