"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Taking home

There is a storyline of the world and there is also a trajectory of the soul. The soul presents a self into this world through a body, into situations which will provide an opportunity to experiment with creativity and its consequences, enhance its learning, and express itself in myriad ways. The world provides the opportunities. It is hard not to be discouraged when we see things happening in the opposite fashion to that which we hold right and wholesome inside. In the end what we take ‘home’ with us is not our misfortune, though that has its effect, but how we dealt with the decisions we made, the lives we believe we squandered, the time we believe we lost and the way in which we allowed others to hold sway over us.
Over and over the message is: you are love, you are the Beloved.
—  Be Happy Anyway by Elisa Novick

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