You have a wonderful day, also. I hope today is a happy one for all of us!
xoxoxo
Rosie
I have read that (on Marriage) but it's been some time. I love it... I too, see him not only as a poet but truly as a "prophet" - his words are no different... or wisdom, I should say.
I haven't read the other, but I can't wait to check it out!!!!
xoxoxo
have a great day, sister...
mj
That is a beautiful thought. Gibran is truly amazing. I know you will get there. And what a beautiful day that will be! We should all strive for such an ideal.
I wanted the passage "On Marriage" read at our ceremony as one of the readings, but the minister would not allow it as it was not out of the Bible. While I understood his stance (to a point) I have to say, his writings are as inspired as any out of the Bible. Have you read "On Marriage"? Here it is, in case you haven't:
Then Almitra spoke again and said...
"And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.
Like you, every time I read Gibran it goes all through me. He touches on emotion so well and is so accurate in his insights. Another writer (modern) who is able to touch on the human psyche and expose emotions, with descriptions you could never imagine, is Pay Conroy. Particularly in the novel "The Prince of Tides". Have you read it? It is NOTHING like the movie. The man can paint a picture of feelings that you cannot even imagine. If you've never read it, do yourself a favor and pick up a copy. You will be captivated from page one, I promise.
I hope you're doing well today.
xoxoxo
Rosie
Buddy!!! I luv ya too, and I do not know in God's green earth what I would have done withoutcha this whole dang time... you've been my lifesaver!!!!
Thank you once again, for your wonderful kindness... and I hope your day was really really good today....
very warmly,
your super duper bestestest pal,
mj!
A beautiful post by a beautiful person. You know I luv ya hun. You're one special gal..never forget that. God bless...
My God. Whenever I hear anything from him I feel it in my bones... I love that. And the timing is no coincidence in your posting and my reading that particular one...
Here is a quick one: it pretty much, between you and I, sums up my foremost goal in this life:
"You shall be free indeed when your days are not without care nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound."
..I hope I get there. :-)
xox
mj
I smiled big picturing you guys wearing the Groucho glasses and spreading your sweet father's ashes. My father had a wonderful sense of humor, also. What a wonderful thing!!
On Kahlil Gibran...I LOVE his writings. Believe it or not, we had his passage, "On Marriage", printed on our wedding programs. I love "The Prophet". Wow. Most people I ask about him have never heard of him. I love the passage "On Death". Another of my favorites from "The Prophet" is "On Joy and Sorrow":
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
xoxoxo
Rosie
ok - now i swear this really IS it. this was read at his service. i really found comfort in it, and i think you might too... it's by Kahlil Gibran:
On Death
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
---it lays me out every time I read it......
xox
mj
you know, i thought i would tell you this because i thought you might enjoy it.
when we spread my fathers ashes a few weeks ago, the 7 of us kids (yup, seven).. after a small, intimate and emotional service, the 7 of us then put on fake plastic groucho glasses and noses with mustaches, walked out and then spread his ashes... everyone else just watched, and smiled.
my dad had a wicked sense of humor and loved his funny glasses (we have a few pic's of him in them,) among other silly things..
i know he would have wanted it this way...
:)
mj
Rosie.. ths is wonderful.
How lucky you are to have had (and have) such an amazingly kind and beautiful father. I cried the entire time I read this.
What a gift... you, i now know, are doubly lucky. :-)
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and intimate letter...
with much luv,
mj
wow.....tears.....happy tears.....
Good luck on the new job!! Wow! Hope you have a great day!
xoxoxo
Rosie
****! i gotta run Rosie cause i start a new job this a.m.... didn't want you to think i don't want to read this!
as soon as my computer is set up, i am reading it.
i just wanted you to know (now) that i care.....
luv
mj
No, thank you. I love talking and opening up. I love hearing other people's experiences and stories. They help me so much. I'm sorry if this thread made you sad, but if it helped you cry and cleanse a little, then I'm not sorry. Does that make sense? I hope so. What I'm trying to say is, we should share more often...it's helpful to us and to others.
xoxoxo
Rosie
I just had tears running down my face, I didn't even know I needed to cry, i haven't for a long time. This support and caring is what this forum is for, thank you for your, as always, excellent post.
That is so hard. I know that I am facing this with my mother, also. I cannot even imagine what that will be like. My sweet mother, who has been my rock. It's unbearable to think about, so for now, I will not think about it. Make those memories...they are precious!
Wow, I, too, was holding my mother when she died (I was alone with her) and it sent me into a tailspin with drugs that lasted for years. I'd been with many dying patients but no one's like your parents. It helps me,too, to think of the happy times and to do my best to make those good memories for my children now.
Thanks, Trina. Reading that e-mail this morning made me smile instead of cry. The "death scene" memory is becoming so much easier for me to deal with. It was strange..for the first couple of years after he died, I couldn't picture in my mind anything but that final scene. I couldn't remember his smile or laughter...just his death. Now I have to dig deep to remember his death...when I picture him, I picture his life! It's a wonderful thing and talking about it helps me so much.
See you soon. I hope you're well today. Are you??
xoxoxo
Rosie
girl---i am choked up...beautifull just beautifull....
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