Standing at the Threshold

Child in doorway
A few years ago I found myself standing in my closet, madly searching for clean clothes in a last minute attempt to pack before yet another business trip, when I noticed my 4-year old son standing at the entrance. In one hand, he held a small blue wand, in the other — a plastic bottle of soapy water. “Dada,” he said, looking up at me, his eyes wide open, “do you have time to catch my bubbles?”

Time? It stopped. And so did I. At that moment, it suddenly made no difference whether or not I caught my plane — I could barely catch my breath. The only thing that existed was him and that soulful look of longing in his eyes.

For the next ten minutes, all we did was play — him blowing bubbles and laughing. Me catching and laughing, too. His need was completely satisfied. His need for connection. His need for love. His need for knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that absolutely everything was perfect just the way it was.

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One Word

It’s a bit late for Valentines but Valentines Day got me thinking about “love”.

The roses and chocolates and the fluffy bears with red hearts for Valentines Day are a bit thin for something that seems to be so significant for human life. For something that is in every layer of ourselves and our human society universally: Love.

The Ancient Greeks had three words for love: Eros, Phillia and Agape. Sanskrit has ninety-six, ancient Persian had 80. In English we label lots of experiences with one word: “love”.

There’s love and marriage, there’s the love of parents for children & children for parents, there’s the soap opera “love”, there’s the compassionate love of people who help those less fortunate, there’s the talk of love for and from a God. Then there’s the lusty love. And the reverse of it all: a lack of love, being brought up without love, not having anyone to love or anyone to love you,

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Ain’t Life Grand

It’s Sunday evening and the world around me is very still.

shellHarmony keeps ringing in my ear. I’m always pleasantly surprised when this happens. It’s a vivid reminder of who I am.

I can’t imagine or maybe I can, what it was like before I received this gift. I just know that it fills such a warm place inside me.

It’s as if a flock of snow birds have landed on my shoulders beckoning me to fly away with them. Nature is such a wonderful teacher. Trees stretch their branches towards the sun and provide us with a bounteous amount of shade. Leaves fall in the autumn and provide a soft passage for man and animal.

Flowers in all their splendour make the journey that much sweeter.

Ah!!!! Ain’t life grand.

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Thank you my heartfelt Reminder

This basic awareness,
this heartfelt feeling,
from which everything starts
and everything ends
in which there is no name,
except maybe that one;
“i am who i am”,
so easy to feel,
as a breath itself
to pick up with it
all inner gifts of peace,
to pick up with it
all the love
that is between
this breath and lungs
and accept them in consciousness
yet for some so hard to understand

Thank goodness
i have you
my dear heartfelt Reminder. :)

Stoyan Svet

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Meeting his eyes


As long as you understand

who is backing up whom

and who is backing up what

everything is more and more right

you become more and more kind

to that sweet peace in your heart

you become more and more thankful

humble to that sweet inner love

and then you again and again understand

why you so long to meet his eyes

why you so need

that heart’s mirroring touch :)

Stoyan Svet
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Sweetheart of the Endless Sun

Circular Season
These are Latitudes of Change, Seasons of Capture
This is Just Another Thursday
But the only one I will ever live on Feb 14th, 2008.

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