The courage not to bow to pressure, the courage to stand alone, the courage to maintain one’s determination, the courage to look deep into one’s heart and confront one’s own cowardice and arrogance, the courage to challenge difficulties—those who possess this kind of courage are true victors.
Beginners in self-enquiry were advised by Sri Ramana to put their attention on the inner feeling of ‘I’ and to hold that feeling as long as possible. They would be told that if their attention was distracted by other thoughts they should revert to awareness of the ‘I’-thought whenever they became…
The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.
—Lisa Wingate, A Month of Summer (via kari-shma)
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
—L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl (via kari-shma)
A human being thinksjust as a tree leaves.But trees don’t identifywith only a piece of their being.Human beings tend to get caught upin only a part of who they are.It causes them stumble, suffer and fall.If one start to lookat how similar all the senses are,you will see you aren’t your thoughts,but a being that’s all.-TheUniverseWorks
Riebeek West and Riebeek Kasteel
Drive through the small agricultural town of Malmesbury and over the Bothman’s Kloof Pass to these twin towns named after Jan van Riebeeck, the 17th-century Dutch explorer of the Cape. The towns developed only a few miles apart because of a disagreement about where to build a church. In the end, two separate places of worship were built, and two distinct towns grew up around them.
Riebeek West is the birthplace of Jan Christiaan Smuts, one of the country’s great politicians and leader of the United Party in the 1940s. D. F. Malan, prime minister of the Nationalist Party in 1948, was born on the farm Allesverloren, just outside Riebeek Kasteel. This wine estate produces some great red wines, an exceptional port, and world-class olives and olive oil. The kasteel, or castle, in question is the Kasteelberg (Castle Mountain), which stands sentinel behind the towns.
Disenchanted city dwellers have been buying up cottages here to use as weekend getaways, and others are moving out to the small towns and commuting into the city. It’s not hard to understand why. Children play in the street and people keep sheep in their huge gardens—a far cry from Cape Town life. There are numerous restaurants, some galleries, and plenty of olive products to buy, including excellent olive oils and bottled olives. Huge groves in the area do well in the Mediterranean climate.
You’ll hear the distinctive, rolling accent of the Swartland here. Known as the “Malmesbury brei,” it’s characterized by long “grrrr” sounds that seem to run together at the back of the throat. In Afrikaans, brei means “to knit” or “temper,” both of which make sense when listening to somebody from the Swartland.
Imagine a Woman
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
“Imagine a Woman” by Patricia Lynn Reilly
Peace & Blessings, Maritza :)
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@ betty boop: Beautiful writing…I AM THAT WOMAN!!!