The Seasons of Our Heart

 

As I sit with the sadness and the grief of losing both of our girl Welsh Terriers – Dilys and now Meg,  I allow myself to feel the pain and loss. This has been a summer season of worry, stress and heartbreak. Now there is space for peace.

The words of Kahlil Gibran come to mind.

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Just as the stone of the fruit must break, so that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And if you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

If you accept the seasons of your heart, as you have always accepted the four seasons, you would watch with serenity the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore, trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen.”

 

 

Inspiration – Kahlil Gibran on Love

love sunset

No matter where you are, follow love and trust it to direct your course. ❤️

I have shared these words before, but they are worth coming back to again and again. They are from “The Prophet” by the Lebanese American poet and writer Kahlil Gibran. His work touches me deeply. Its beautiful and real. No pink hearts, flowers and chocolates here. This embraces more than romantic love or love within relationships. It can also be read as an expression of divine love.

Notice where it resonates in your heart and soul. 💛

LOVE

When love comes to you, follow it, though its ways are hard and steep.
And when its wings enfold you yield to them, though its hidden sword may wound you.
For even as it is for your growth, it is for your pruning.
Even as it ascends you to your height, so shall it descend to your roots and shake them.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and pleasure,
then it is better for you to cover yourself into the seasonless world, where you shall laugh,  but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives nothing but itself, and takes nothing but from itself.
Love does not possess, nor would it be possessed.
And do not think that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
 

* Accept the Seasons of Your Heart

Here is some more powerful and inspiring wisdom from the heart of Kahlil Gibran in “The Prophet”. This moved me deeply and draws me back again and again. Val x

breaking the shell

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Just as the stone of the fruit must break, so that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And if you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

woman with heart glowing

If you accept the seasons of your heart, as you have always accepted the four seasons, you would watch with serenity the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

healing the self

Therefore, trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen.”

 

Every time I read this it brings me into the present moment… no matter where I am in the highs and lows of life.

May we all embrace the seasons of our heart and the love that is always there.

Namaste

* Be Ready for Love – a poem by Kahlil Gibran

The Prophet book cover

These words on love come from “The Prophet” by the Lebanese American poet and writer Kahlil Gibran. His work touches the heart and soul. Its beautiful and real. No pink hearts, flowers and chocolates here.

Why not take some time and simply absorb the beauty of them … Love is truly a part of the highs and lows of life. Val x

LOVE

When love comes to you, follow it, though its ways are hard and steep.
And when its wings enfold you yield to them, though its hidden sword may wound you.
For even as it is for your growth, it is for your pruning.
Even as it ascends you to your height, so shall it descend to your roots and shake them.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and pleasure,
then it is better for you to cover yourself into the seasonless world, where you shall laugh,  but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives nothing but itself, and takes nothing but from itself.
Love does not possess, nor would it be possessed.
And do not think that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.