Zu's blog

How and what

What will present moments be like when there is no "when"?

(from my Italian blog)

Voices inside

"Just as well I know this situation is temporary."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"Your every single moment is in fact eternal. Would you like this to be your eternity?"
"Hell, no."
"Then go, change, move!"

Strive to be happy

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

from Desiderata (Max Ehrmann) [via (C)assetto variabile]

Oct. 10, 2010

People may die, Soul does not.

Rest In Music, Solomon Burke.

Gourmandism

Italian blackberry jam is so good that it's called "More".

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It's always time to get ready

Encouraging tips are everywhere. You don't need to look for them, but you've got to be willing to look at them.

Everything comes to you along your own path, as you are ready. So, prepare yourself and be open to receive.

[from tinybuddha]

The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger

The Time Traveler's Wife

This is huge, even too much; beautiful, funny, interesting, seminal. A wonderful novel, so fantastic and so deeply true.
Henry and Clare, timeless love, the mystery of life and death, of permanence and existence, of each here-and-now hopping through an unpredictable timeline.
He time-travels, she waits for him in her present, but she's already met him somewhere in the past and will find him again in the future. His lifestream is uneven as its tale, but time- and age-hints heading each chapter help the reader through it.
Actually, human beings are chrono-displaced by default; our emotional memory is, at any rate. Henry, in a way, embodies this condition.
Compelling as the plot is, it also carves our soul, affecting all that really really matters. Pulse, wishes, fulfilment, and frustration. Magic and loss, the bittersweet taste of this everyday adventure, whose true essence seems to glimpse at our life now and then, brightening hard times with enchantment every time we realize that time is nothing.

Just because

I promised I won't sigh
too much at our sweet memories
although I miss your wings
around and all our melodies,
your drowning in my eyes
the stars that make you smile
our white connecting strings
my dearest butterfly.

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That girl was God's down payment for paradise.

Memo

Een mooie vlinderfee wrote me:

"can't imagine that luck and love is not in the near future
but you need to have peace inside of you again...
more rest in your heart, peace with your life right now,
not thinking of how it could be or should be...
finding luck and love in the little things"

I'll keep that in mind, I promise, but I won't stop cherishing my sweetest memories.  Zoen