Diane AuCoin was reading author Sue Monk Kidd's (The Secret Life of Bees)newsletter and alerted me to this lovely quote:
I have come to love the following words by the French Nobel laureate, Albert Camus: “A person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art, or love, or passionate work, those one or two images in the presence of which his heart first opened.” Where did your heart first open? And how shall you find your way back to that dawning?Ah, yes, let's go to that place of our beginnings; and remember the moments when the light broke and our hearts opened.
Lore Caldwell sent me two quotes, so I'll give you excerpts:
Some form of suffering often brings about a readiness. One can say it cracks open
the shell of the egoic mind with which many people identify as "me." Life cracks open that shell, and once that crack is there, then we are reached more easily by spiritual teaching. We're suddenly open to it, because it reaches the deeper levels of our being. Something from within-not from our conditioned mind but from the deeper level of unconditioned consciousness-responds immediately. Often all that is needed to evoke this response is to listen to one statement of Truth and immediately there's a response. Because we all carry the Truth within us as our essence, we recognize it immediately. --Eckhart Tolle from an interview in Science of Mind.
And from The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer:
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I
want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like
the company you keep in the empty moments.
Lovely! And finally there is this Nietche quote which popped up in Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth:
For happiness, how little suffices for happiness! ...the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a wink, an eye glance - little maketh up the best happiness. Be still. -- Friedrich Nietzsche in Thus Spake Zarathustra
So the light broke and my heart opened when I looked at Prospero this morning.
And I looked for the "least little thing" that made the "best happiness" and there were too many to count, but I took a picture of Edward's Icelandic Poppies in the early morning light and that will have to do for now. Some days it's such an amazing thing just to breathe... Sigh.