On a grander perspective

“...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, 
so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.” 

― Aldous Huxley

and I believe so.

xx Tara Estacaan :)
indigo girl

something to make you smile

Life has been beautiful. :)

Tara Estacaan

Live your best life

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.

Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,
taking it around and exposing it so often
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on.

C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, "As Much As You Can"

Time Is Living You

You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. 

You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last - 

Seneca, On the Shortness Of Life

Transforming

Most of us need to be reminded that we are good, that we are lovable, that we belong. If we knew just how powerfully our thoughts, words, and actions affected the hearts of those around us, we’d reach out and join hands again and again.

Our relationships have the potential to be a sacred refuge, a place of healing, and awakening. With each person we meet, we can learn to look behind the mask and see the one who longs to love and be loved. We can remember to say our blessings out loud.

―Tara Brach

Just Be

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Lightly

It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly.
Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.

And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.

Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.


Aldous Huxley, Island