Kalidasa
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
Czeslaw Milosz
Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
that sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all thing you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
You cannot enter. But you’re sure it’s there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.
Some people say that we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
There are the ones who have no hope.
They think the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hand of thieves.
There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’ No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster. ~ Dalai Lama
In Episode 104 of “Journey from Grief to Healing,” we explore the approaching summer solstice and its symbolic significance in the grieving process. The extended daylight hours symbolize a shift from darkness to light, mirroring the emotional journey of moving from grief to healing. The narrator discusses the therapeutic effects of sunlight on both humans and plants, emphasizing that while grief can overshadow our lives, we must strive to embrace the light to foster growth and healing.
The episode reflects on the importance of choosing to live actively and engaging with life, even amidst sorrow. Drawing inspiration from Michael Franti’s song, the narrative highlights resilience and the inevitability of storms passing, underscoring the cyclic nature of life and grief. Through vivid imagery of nature, the narrator illustrates how life continues to flourish around us, urging listeners to participate in the rhythm of life despite their grief.
The episode also touches on the emotional freedom to mourn and cry, stressing that living fully means embracing all emotions. By quoting poets William Wordsworth and Christina Rossetti, the narrative beautifully encapsulates the theme of finding joy and music in life, even as we navigate through grief.
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Everyone has got to realize you can’t hold onto the past if you want any future. Each second should lead to the next one. ~ Joe Strummer
I was watching a movie last night. One of the characters was in prison awaiting parole and looking forward to getting back together with his girlfriend. A fellow inmate asked him, “What are you going to do when you get out?” He responded, “I hope we can live a normal life and we have a future.” I think those words apply to most of us especially the words “and we have a future.” We all need something to look forward to; something that stirs our anticipations of what awaits us. If we can catch a glimpse of what a hope-filled future has in store for us, we’ll have the determination and courage to knock our challenges down as we walk toward our future. I hope you have a hope filled future and nothing can prevent you from realizing it in the present moment.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. ~ Martin Luther
Robert Browning
I.
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed in the slushy sand.
II.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Raymond Garfield Dandridge
Arise! ye humble undertrodden wight,
Behold, at edge of yonder east,
The blazing Sun of Hope adawn!
Think ye not thou needst ever be
The hireling, or an o’er lord’s slave;
For He who makes all men, also made thee,
Of sinew, brain, and bone,
And bade thee cleave a bit of earth
Whereon to stand alone.
The sun set, but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye;
And matched his sufferance sublime
The taciturnity of time.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence sweet
As hid all measure of the feat.
