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It's been a very interesting time for me, these past weeks since I ended my relationship for the nth time and began to delve into the whys and wherefores of it all. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 22, 8:45 AM: |
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Nicole, I am so happy you are receiving support, precious one. Support from treasured friends and also from the universe as it sends you loads to keep yourself busy with. It's sometimes hard to see the support the universe is sending because it can feel like 'tough love'! |
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Re: Song of Wanderingstarpeople said Aug 16, 9:16 PM: |
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Alan Watts, the great writer on Zen, married 7 times. All his wives came to his funeral. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 17, 1:50 AM: |
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all seven wives, eh? That's quite something! |
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Re: Song of WanderingMeenakshi said Jul 22, 9:12 PM: |
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Nicole, what a beautiful sharing of a painful journey. I am so glad that you have found someone to walk with you. There is that little voice inside so many of us that tells us we don't deserve the best; that it's unrealistic; that it's impossible… |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 23, 2:38 AM: |
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Dear Anna and Meenakshi, |
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Re: Song of WanderingMeenakshi said Jul 23, 5:36 AM: |
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Nicole, a thought came to me - sometimes when a thought comes, it's a message just for that moment. It may not come as clearly as it started off, as we are, so to speak, under the water, and light bends and sounds get garbled under water. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 23, 5:38 AM: |
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I will ponder that one, thank you Meenakshi! Sounds like there is something important there for me. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 23, 6:23 AM: |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 23, 8:13 AM: |
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Last night was extreme agitation. I tossed and turned before getting to sleep and awoke only a few hours later unable to return to sleep, which is why I am up so early A thought has just struck me, Nicole. My sense has been that during times of transition we often do not sleep as well as we normally might. This can also happen at times of trauma. This can make us feel worried but is actually natures way of guiding us into a new way of being'. Try not to worry when you're not sleeping well - one can actually function fairly well without adequate sleep for quite a long period. When we are well rested we are more likely to be complacent or lethargic about embracing change than when we lack sleep. It's as though we're less vigilant, perhaps more 'light headed', less grounded, etc when we are not sleeping well - therefore almost like a drunk person, more likely to take on roles we wouldn't when 'sober'. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 23, 5:00 PM: |
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Interesting! Thanks. You know, I've stopped worrying about not being able to sleep. I guess it's part of becoming more flexible? The day has gone well anyway. Maybe I will sleep better tonight. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 24, 2:54 AM: |
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wishing you a sweet rest |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 24, 4:06 AM: |
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Thank you, it was most refreshing. Ready for some more journaling later today - shall return. |
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Re: Song of WanderingJyoti said Jul 24, 10:21 AM: |
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Hi Nicole, |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 24, 10:41 AM: |
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Kala, I am delighted to have you come by and comment. |
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Re: Song of WanderingJyoti said Jul 24, 10:52 AM: |
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Nicole, you are so far ahead of the game! On top of being interesting , wise, kind, involved you take care of your self body, mind and soul. Trips, meditation, massages exercise. Please, you got it goin' on girl! |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 26, 11:45 AM: |
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Struggling today - had a long and painful phone conversation with my ex yesterday that, especially since I got little sleep last night, has left me feeling exhausted and vulnerable. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 27, 3:15 AM: |
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Sounds like a really tough time, love. The long conversation with you ex sounds emotionally draining and very challenging. I'm wondering if this 'me time' you're in shouldn't mean minimum contact. He may make this difficult fro you but you need to protect yourself. it's going to be very difficult if you work together but at the same time, you'll become really strong with this exercise of conviction! Those words from your friend are a treasure. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Jul 27, 5:36 AM: |
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Thanks, Anna, so very much for your support, you have no idea how much it is helping me stay strong and focussed. Indeed, I have decided to limit contact with him as much as possible. For this week and next week, I have told him that he will only be in on Monday while I'm there, though he may come in another day next week if needed for new clients etc while I am not there. After that, I will have to see what is sustainable. It works out anyway for him, but he is not happy that I am deciding it, he expects to be able to negotiate everything. Some things are just not negotiable, a lesson my 12 year old is having a hard time learning too. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Jul 28, 7:41 AM: |
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sounds challenging, Nicole, like trying to fit square pegs into round holes! I hope it's going to be feasible in the workplace for you at the practical level. Have you got back up plans? |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 7, 5:12 AM: |
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Hello dear Anna, I am returning to my journal in a brief breather from the hectic routine to see that I missed your last message, sorry. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 7, 5:20 AM: |
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I made a new poem in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, in late July, but it's been so busy I didn't have a chance to blog it till now: |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 11, 6:05 PM: |
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Back from another trip, went well but feeling very, very tired at the end of a long day that began with buying another computer. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 12, 4:54 AM: |
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tough moments, love! Rest can shed a better light on things - I hope this is what happened. I'll visit your poem link today |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 12, 5:01 AM: |
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Thanks, yes, I feel so much better today. Didn't realise how badly drained I was, and my kids were being very difficult, fighting over who was going to get the cast-off laptop. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 12, 5:58 AM: |
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aaw, sounds like they learned something special through Mum's suffering |
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Re: Song of WanderingMeenakshi said Aug 12, 6:44 AM: |
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Sounds like you need a really deep rest, Nicole. Some body work, clearing/grounding of energies, expanding so that 'the vessel is prepared'. Sometimes we need to get focused on something completely different for want we yearn for, to manifest. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 12, 7:56 AM: |
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I think they did, Anna. |
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Re: Song of WanderingMeenakshi said Aug 12, 8:13 AM: |
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lol! Talk about big time clearing! |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 13, 8:58 AM: |
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Feeling better today - had a good nap this morning, really slept! |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 13, 10:37 AM: |
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sounds like it's been deep wounding followed by slow but sure healing. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 13, 5:08 PM: |
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Thanks, yes, I suppose you are right! |
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Re: Song of WanderingBhatta said Aug 14, 7:57 AM: |
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The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune. The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end. My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!' The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!' Rabindra Nath Tagore |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 14, 9:09 AM: |
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Bhatta, how beautiful |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 14, 6:10 PM: |
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Bhatta, that is lovely, thank you so much. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 15, 3:38 PM: |
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So, I took the plunge today and created a Gaia Soulmates profile. (That's why the new icon, I needed a current picture so after experimenting a bit with my blackberry I managed to take this one of myself.) |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 15, 5:56 PM: |
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a timely blog from Davidya! A lot of what we call “chemistry” is emotional reactivity. What some might call similar emotional vibes and matched neediness. While that might sound coarse, when there is an ego at play, it wants to be right. Thus it seeks someone who will play the story. The Play enters a scene where we can enhance our dramas and turn up the emotions. Relationship is a vehicle for illusion. But what happens when the ego crumbles away? When there isn’t a point of reactivity? It changes the dating dynamic quite a bit. We may find that there is simply no chemistry with anyone. At least, not in the old sense of it. As the heart opens and the inner beauty becomes more visible, all members of the opposite sex can seem astonishingly beautiful. That may not longer offer a cue for a relationship. We may still meet people from our distant past that will bring deep attraction. That’s fine – karma does not mean bad, just activity. It may need to play out but don’t confuse them with the apparent person you once knew. You will still need to meet them as they are now. And you will find they will mirror what remains conditioned and is resisting being seen in you. Thus, a relationship can be a powerful means of clearing. One of the most potent techniques on the path. Recently I wrote about Divine Relationship and spoke of some new parameters for seeking a mate. A key one is what I call resonance. Rather than emotional reactivity, there is an amplification of soul. Spending time together is like a spiritual practice. There is a deep sense of respect for them that allows a profound acceptance. Perhaps not on the first date though. (laughs) This kind of connection results in the experience of love flowing through you to them. The relationship itself becomes a vehicle for divinity, a synergistic expression that is greater than what each person reflects individually. This can give you an idea of how a conscious relationship can change from what you’ve previously experienced. It also demonstrates the potential for Divine Relationship. For a profound expression of being. And for some challenging work to be done. Awake or not, simple mindfulness of how you are responding can illuminate what is underway. You may discover you are actually still ambivalent about relationship if you have unresolved prior trash. Perhaps that you are motivated to relationship out of fear or how you think others see you or a missing internal connection. You may discover a bag of conditions you are placing on love. Or a bunch of negative expectations that are drawing “the wrong sort”. Same old, same old. It may not be possible to avoid karmic entanglements, but you may be able to avoid illusory infatuation and disappointment. Find a mate who will enhance our journey rather than detract from it. Of course, all of us have our blind spots – a sure sign of where there is work to be done. But that seeing is what takes us forward, out of our conditioning. And if a relationship is a vehicle for that, hail the lesson bringer. It’s a beautiful thing, though not always easy. Davidya |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 16, 6:50 AM: |
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The Song in the Key of Life Posted: 14 Aug 2009 06:04 PM PDT When we listen to the radio, we’ll tend to hear songs about love. Love lost, love’s pain, love wanted, love remembered. But this love is the shadow love, the emotional love of duality. We know this because it brings pleasure and pain and it does not last. Real Love is much deeper. It is the love of creation itself, flowing without end. It cannot be lost or damaged or taken away. It arises within us rather than being caused by or dependent on something/someone outside. It is beyond ideas like space and time, yet they arise within it. It is the very love of our being. That divine love of creation infuses everything. It can be seen as a golden glow to all life. It can also be heard, heard as the song of life itself. I have described being becoming through a systematic process. Vibration leading to subtle form, to fields, and expression. This can be seen but it can also be heard. The beginning is vibration or tone. The classic mantra Om or Aum, the primordial sound of becoming. The vibration begins to step into rhythm and metre. What are described as the Vedas arise. The structure of intelligence, the bija or seeds of becoming. These are parallel to seed forms, the primary geometry of spacetime described by Buckminster Fuller and others. Those subtle forms give rise to the field stage. This is a kind of simultaneous explosion and implosion, the origins of force that Nassim Haramein describes. The intelligence steps from rhythm into song. All of creation bursts forth into music. Plato described the large scale of this, the Music of the Spheres. But it takes place at every scale, even just walking down the street or looking at this screen. The Vedas describe a “loka” or world of music called Ghandarva Loka. In a way, this is a separate place, just as your personal reality is. But that place is not separate from the whole. It is simply that level of resolution where the world bursts forth in song. We can step into a reality or step back into the larger reality. It’s very much like we may describe the roots of music: Vibration > Rhythm > Metre > Pattern > Music I’m looking forward to the day when this form of music is rediscovered. Imagine music that, rather than sharing our sorrows, amplifies the happiness within. Which brings the flow into the field of senses. Where love, light, and bliss can be heard and felt tangibly. Occasionally, we may hear examples Rise Up in Song. Davidya |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 16, 9:01 AM: |
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Well done for joining Soulmates! Don't know why I thought you'd already done so |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 16, 9:15 AM: |
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Thanks, it's a good exercise of thoughtfulness and intention, even if nothing comes of it. |
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Re: Song of WanderingLiz said Aug 16, 9:50 AM: |
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Nicole, you've been so present for me lately, and I seem to have wandered in here…this thread is so beautiful, and I feel called to join this group. It seems to speak to me and all the work I seem to be doing around love and relationship…to everything. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 16, 9:57 AM: |
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thank you Liz, I feel honoured that my journey can be of help in yours, |
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Re: Song of Wanderingstarpeople said Aug 16, 10:19 PM: |
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Re: Song of Wanderingstarpeople said Aug 16, 10:21 PM: |
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“Come, Come, whoever you are |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 17, 1:31 AM: |
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Tony, I am deeply comforted and encouraged by both your posts. Thank you so much for dropping by here to share your wisdom. I dearly love Rumi, that is an especially awesome one. Who, if I cried, would hear me, of the angelic orders? or even supposing that one should suddenly carry me to his heart – I should perish under the pressure of his stronger nature. For beauty is only a step removed from a burning terror we barely sustain, and we worship it for the graceful sublimity with which it disdains to consume us. Each angel burns… Angels, it’s said, are often uncertain whether they traverse the living or the dead. The eternal current pours through both worlds, bearing all ages with it, and overpowers their voices with their song… That I may one day, leaving the vision of terror, sing praise and glory again to assenting angels… Excerpts from the Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke, English translation by John Waterfield. © John Waterfield 1999 Every Angel is terror. And yet,ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly birds of the soul. Where are the days of Tobias, when one of the most radiant of you stood at the simple threshold, disguised somewhat for the journey and already no longer awesome (Like a youth, to the youth looking out curiously). Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars, take a single step down and toward us: our own heart, beating on high would beat us down. What are you? Early successes, Creation’s favourite ones,mountain-chains, ridges reddened by dawns of all origin – pollen of flowering godhead, junctions of light, corridors, stairs, thrones, spaces of being, shields of bliss, tempests of storm-filled, delighted feeling and, suddenly, solitary mirrors: gathering their own out-streamed beauty back into their faces again… Does the cosmic space,we dissolve into, taste of us then? Do the Angels really only take back what is theirs, what has streamed out of them, or is there sometimes, as if by an oversight, something of our being, as well? more excerpts of Duino Elegies, Translated by A. S. Kline © 2001 All Rights Reserved This work may be freely reproduced, stored, and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. |
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Re: Song of Wanderingstarpeople said Aug 17, 2:50 AM: |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 17, 5:59 AM: |
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Tony, no rush, it's always good to see you everywhere on Gaia we meet. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 20, 8:19 AM: |
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Gaia soulmates has been very quiet for me since I have joined. It may not be the best platform for non-US members because all that you can tell about people like me is that we are not in the US. A little vague, to say the least. :) |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 20, 8:31 AM: |
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may your innermost wishes manifest |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 22, 10:38 AM: |
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So, I have had two people contact me so far on that other site (still nothing from Gaia soulmates) but there don't seem to be many people from my area at all, so I decided to try e-harmony. If this doesn't work I will give up for now :) |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 23, 9:26 AM: |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 23, 5:32 PM: |
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Anna, it really is. I have had a wonderful weekend - blogged about the choir party yesterday and today was a delightful follow up to that, a day of mostly spending time outside, good combination of alone time and social time, exercise and rest. Very satisfying. And I continue to correspond with this person or that one without any sense of needing to know or control how it will be, until I know what I must do. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 23, 11:34 PM: |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 24, 6:47 AM: |
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It is a gift to me right now. I know my feelings will change from time to time, and doubt and the desire to grasp will probably arise again, but I am deeply enjoying the freedom of the grace I inhabit now. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Aug 24, 7:56 AM: |
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Nicole the depth of your enjoyment of this state of liberation can ensure you don't ever fall back into grasping - it really can. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Aug 30, 6:42 AM: |
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I have been enjoying three ongoing conversations by email and/or online chat with new friends, two I found here on Gaia, one I found on one of those dating sites (with whom the conversation went in unexpected ways yesterday). |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 3, 7:09 AM: |
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i am finding myself very much alive to my life, so much so that sleep is becoming even more of an issue. It's exciting and challenging at the same time. But I am very grateful for this time in my life. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 3, 7:16 AM: |
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my latest blog poem: |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 3, 8:24 AM: |
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you're sounding in such a good space, Nicole. It may be nice if you post your poem here. The challenge is to stay this alive through the 'ups and the downs' - basically being in touch with self in each moment |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 3, 8:53 AM: |
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Thanks so much, Anna, burns in my veins each sound picture thought touches me deeply tears are never far it has been long since I have been so alive joyful content excited to see what each day brings Praise! Glory to the One Who makes all things new September 2009
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 11, 4:48 AM: |
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Love fills my life, love fulfills and drives me forward, love is everywhere I go, everywhere I see. I can`t believe that only in July I was still so hesitant, so doubtful, so fearful. My life is a rich tapestry of many loves, much beauty. I am deeply grateful. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 11, 5:14 AM: |
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embracing your joy, Nicole |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 11, 5:20 AM: |
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thanks, Anna, love - so much appreciating your support and guidance. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 12, 10:34 AM: |
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EE CUMMINGS - YOU BEING IN LOVE Posted on Sep 12th, 2009 by Taikunping you being in love…
you being in love will tell who softly asks in love, am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean: entirely having in my careful how careful arms created this at length inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several persons: believe me that strangers arrive when i have kissed you into a memory slowly, oh seriously -that since and if you disappear solemnly myselves ask “life, the question how do i drink dream smile and how do i prefer this face to another and why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend” they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being, that i am alive this absurd fraction in its lowest terms with everything cancelled but shadows -what does it all come down to? love? Love if you like and i like,for the reason that i hate people and lean out of this window is love,love and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love.” ee cummings |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 12, 1:07 PM: |
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Nicole I love the way you spill over into poetry! |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 12, 1:15 PM: |
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For me, poetry and music speak my heart better than any other means. |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 13, 5:37 AM: |
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By Philip Glass from the Orphee Suite (Orpheus) |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 25, 6:04 AM: |
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Love fills my heart from so many many close friends now, and yet being full and overflowing, my heart always has room for another! I am so blessed to have my friend I have mentioned from the start walking with me, emailing regularly and Skyping every few weeks, and am very much looking forward to seeing him in a few months for a visit. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 25, 7:34 AM: |
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love flowing to you from yet another friend in South Africa dear one |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 25, 1:07 PM: |
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thank you, I am refreshed by your loving support! |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 26, 4:47 PM: |
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Life took a very unexpected turn for me yesterday/today, and I am still dizzied and amazed by it. since feeling is first… (VII) by E. E. Cummings since feeling is first
who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry - the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other; then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 26, 7:41 PM: |
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sharing your delight, love |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 27, 1:38 AM: |
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oh Anna! I can't sleep but life is so wondrous… I am flying! |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 27, 2:24 PM: |
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My dear one and I have been sharing so much over the past few days. I send him my favourite songs and poems, he opens his heart and tells me how he is feeling about those songs and what is happening in his life. It is so amazing, most surprising and utterly delightful. |
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Sep 28, 2:37 AM: |
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Nicole your joy is contagious! May it flow deep and sweep aside all sorrow |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Sep 28, 6:04 AM: |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Oct 2, 5:01 AM: |
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this week has been incredibly intense, many many hours on the phone, sharing more and more deeply from our lives and vision. He is arriving in two weeks to spend a weekend! And I hope to go see him in November. In the meantime we hope and dream together through our emails and comments and grapevine notes and the energies which travel to each other. Posted on Oct 1st, 2009 by starlight Love opens with the red of bloom… Gently with it’s sweet perfume… Sometimes it cannot wait till June… Such beauty it must share… It whispers mystery in the breeze… It’s petals falling soft and free… Just like the dew that use to be… It’s magic is so rare… Two hearts that learn to beat as one… The journey of the rose begun… Eternal blossom never done… Love’s undying prayer… It may begin as just a seed… But then it flowers into need… A longing that makes true love breathe… This journey of the rose… Starlight Dancing…
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Re: Song of WanderingHummingBird said Oct 2, 7:57 AM: |
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wishing you both joy |
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Re: Song of WanderingNicole said Oct 2, 8:29 AM: |
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joy is ours, overflowing, thank you, dear Anna! I am finally discovering what you and Gien have been talking about… laughing Posted on Mar 27th, 2008 by Nicole Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of SonnetsChristina Rossetti
1 Online text © 1998-2008 Poetry X. All rights reserved.Lo dì che han detto a’ dolci amici addio. (Dante) Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! (Petrarca) Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:— Or come not yet, for it is over then, And long it is before you come again, So far between my pleasures are and few. While, when you come not, what I do I do Thinking “Now when he comes,” my sweetest when:” For one man is my world of all the men This wide world holds; O love, my world is you. Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang Because the pang of parting comes so soon; My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon Between the heavenly days on which we meet: Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet? 2 Era già 1′ora che volge il desio. (Dante) Ricorro al tempo ch’ io vi vidi prima. (Petrarca) I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom yet for many a May. If only I could recollect it, such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; It seem’d to mean so little, meant so much; If only now I could recall that touch, First touch of hand in hand—Did one but know! 3 O ombre vane, fuor che ne l’aspetto! (Dante) Immaginata guida la conduce. (Petrarca) I dream of you to wake: would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on; Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone, As summer ended summer birds take flight. In happy dreams I hold you full in sight, I blush again who waking look so wan; Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone, In happy dreams your smile makes day of night. Thus only in a dream we are at one, Thus only in a dream we give and take The faith that maketh rich who take or give; If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake, To die were surely sweeter than to live, Though there be nothing new beneath the sun. 4 Poca favilla gran fliamma seconda. (Dante) Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. (Petrarca) I lov’d you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drown’d the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seem’d to wax more strong; I lov’d and guess’d at you, you construed me— And lov’d me for what might or might not be Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not “mine” or “thine;” With separate “I” and “thou” free love has done, For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of “thine that is not mine;” Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one. 5 Amor che a nullo amato amar perdona. (Dante) Amor m’addusse in sì gioiosa spene. (Petrarca) O my heart’s heart, and you who are to me More than myself myself, God be with you, Keep you in strong obedience leal and true To Him whose noble service setteth free, Give you all good we see or can foresee, Make your joys many and your sorrows few, Bless you in what you bear and what you do, Yea, perfect you as He would have you be. So much for you; but what for me, dear friend? To love you without stint and all I can Today, tomorrow, world without an end; To love you much and yet to love you more, As Jordan at his flood sweeps either shore; Since woman is the helpmeet made for man. 6 Or puoi la quantitate Comprender de l’amor che a te mi scalda. (Dante) Non vo’ che da tal nodo mi scioglia. (Petrarca) Trust me, I have not earn’d your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost, Nor with Lot’s wife cast back a faithless look Unready to forego what I forsook; This say I, having counted up the cost, This, though I be the feeblest of God’s host, The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook. Yet while I love my God the most, I deem That I can never love you overmuch; I love Him more, so let me love you too; Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such I cannot love you if I love not Him, I cannot love Him if I love not you. 7 Qui primavera sempre ed ogni frutto. (Dante) Ragionando con meco ed io con lui. (Petrarca) “Love me, for I love you”—and answer me, “Love me, for I love you”—so shall we stand As happy equals in the flowering land Of love, that knows not a dividing sea. Love builds the house on rock and not on sand, Love laughs what while the winds rave desperately; And who hath found love’s citadel unmann’d? And who hath held in bonds love’s liberty? My heart’s a coward though my words are brave We meet so seldom, yet we surely part So often; there’s a problem for your art! Still I find comfort in his Book, who saith, Though jealousy be cruel as the grave, And death be strong, yet love is strong as death. 8 Come dicesse a Dio: D’altro non calme. (Dante) Spero trovar pietà non che perdono. (Petrarca) “I, if I perish, perish”—Esther spake: And bride of life or death she made her fair In all the lustre of her perfum’d hair And smiles that kindle longing but to slake. She put on pomp of loveliness, to take Her husband through his eyes at unaware; She spread abroad her beauty for a snare, Harmless as doves and subtle as a snake. She trapp’d him with one mesh of silken hair, She vanquish’d him by wisdom of her wit, And built her people’s house that it should stand:— If I might take my life so in my hand, And for my love to Love put up my prayer, And for love’s sake by Love be granted it! 9 O dignitosa coscienza e netta! (Dante) Spirto più acceso di virtuti ardenti. (Petrarca) Thinking of you, and all that was, and all That might have been and now can never be, I feel your honour’d excellence, and see Myself unworthy of the happier call: For woe is me who walk so apt to fall, So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee, Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!) Faithless and hopeless turning to the wall. And yet not hopeless quite nor faithless quite, Because not loveless; love may toil all night, But take at morning; wrestle till the break Of day, but then wield power with God and man:— So take I heart of grace as best I can, Ready to spend and be spent for your sake. 10 Con miglior corso e con migliore stella. (Dante) La vita fugge e non s’arresta un’ ora. (Petrarca) Time flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing; Death following hard on life gains ground apace; Faith runs with each and rears an eager face, Outruns the rest, makes light of everything, Spurns earth, and still finds breath to pray and sing; While love ahead of all uplifts his praise, Still asks for grace and still gives thanks for grace, Content with all day brings and night will bring. Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above Tired hope, and less we feel his conscious pulse, Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace: A little while, and age and sorrow cease; A little while, and life reborn annuls Loss and decay and death, and all is love. 11 Vien dietro a me e lascia dir le genti. (Dante) Contando i casi della vita nostra. (Petrarca) Many in aftertimes will say of you “He lov’d her”—while of me what will they say? Not that I lov’d you more than just in play, For fashion’s sake as idle women do. Even let them prate; who know not what we knew Of love and parting in exceeding pain, Of parting hopeless here to meet again, Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view. But by my heart of love laid bare to you, My love that you can make not void nor vain, Love that foregoes you but to claim anew Beyond this passage of the gate of death, I charge you at the Judgment make it plain My love of you was life and not a breath. 12 Amor, che ne la mente mi ragiona. (Dante) Amor vien nel bel viso di costei. (Petrarca) If there be any one can take my place And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve, Think not that I can grudge it, but believe I do commend you to that nobler grace, That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face; Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive I too am crown’d, while bridal crowns I weave, And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace. For if I did not love you, it might be That I should grudge you some one dear delight; But since the heart is yours that was mine own, Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right, Your honourable freedom makes me free, And you companion’d I am not alone. 13 E drizzeremo gli occhi al Primo Amore. (Dante) Ma trovo peso non da le mie braccia. (Petrarca) If I could trust mine own self with your fate, Shall I not rather trust it in God’s hand? Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand, Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date; Who numbereth the innumerable sand, Who weighs the wind and water with a weight, To Whom the world is neither small nor great, Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann’d. Searching my heart for all that touches you, I find there only love and love’s goodwill Helpless to help and impotent to do, Of understanding dull, of sight most dim; And therefore I commend you back to Him Whose love your love’s capacity can fill. 14 E la Sua Volontade è nostra pace. (Dante) Sol con questi pensier, con altre chiome. (Petrarca) Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair,— Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,— I will not seek for blossoms anywhere, Except such common flowers as blow with corn. Youth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain? The longing of a heart pent up forlorn, A silent heart whose silence loves and longs; The silence of a heart which sang its songs While youth and beauty made a summer morn, Silence of love that cannot sing again. From A Pageant and Other Poems | 1881 |
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I have blogged about our two first weekends together: |
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MEETING AT NIGHT - ROBERT BROWNING Posted on Nov 12th, 2009 by Taikunping The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each! Robert Browning |
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