Deprecated: Methods with the same name as their class will not be constructors in a future version of PHP; CustomSidebarsEmptyPlugin has a deprecated constructor in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/plugins/custom-sidebars/customsidebars.php on line 89
Deprecated: Methods with the same name as their class will not be constructors in a future version of PHP; phpxtFaviconXtManager has a deprecated constructor in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/plugins/favicon-xt-manager/index.php on line 12
Deprecated: Function create_function() is deprecated in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/framework/waves_widget/waves_widget_instagram.php on line 183
Deprecated: Methods with the same name as their class will not be constructors in a future version of PHP; Waves_RecentPortWidget has a deprecated constructor in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/framework/waves_widget/waves_widget_portfolio.php on line 3
Deprecated: Function create_function() is deprecated in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/framework/waves_widget/waves_widget_portfolio.php on line 111
Deprecated: Methods with the same name as their class will not be constructors in a future version of PHP; Waves_Socialswidget has a deprecated constructor in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/framework/waves_widget/waves_widget_social_link.php on line 3
Deprecated: Function create_function() is deprecated in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/framework/waves_widget/waves_widget_social_link.php on line 70
Warning: session_start(): Cannot start session when headers already sent in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/plugins/custom-sidebars/inc/class-custom-sidebars-explain.php on line 55
Notice: Only variables should be passed by reference in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/themes/ninetysix/option-tree/ot-loader.php on line 306
Deprecated: The each() function is deprecated. This message will be suppressed on further calls in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/plugins/js_composer/include/classes/core/class-vc-mapper.php on line 111
Notice: get_currentuserinfo is deprecated since version 4.5.0! Use wp_get_current_user() instead. in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-includes/functions.php on line 4440
Warning: Cannot modify header information - headers already sent by (output started at /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-content/plugins/custom-sidebars/customsidebars.php:89) in /customers/2/9/a/theaskembes.dk/httpd.www/wp-includes/feed-rss2.php on line 8
‘Run’ she said, ‘run like the devil. With the wind in your hair. Black, long , curly and days from a wash. It smells of the sea, the sweat and the wildness that runs in your veins. Run, run, run, faster than the wild, longer than the sea. You will not see nothing here anyway. The mountains are here, and obscure your sight. There is nothing left for you here, but bones and rotting debris. Run run run’, she yells almost as a whisper – and I run. Faster and longer than I have ever run. ‘You are the wind, the sea and all the things that decay and turn into new life. Don’t you see?’ Her voice loud, clear and almost furious now. ‘You are it all. Your strength does not lie in beauty, softness, calmness or even in your words. Your strength lies in your eyes, if they dare to see. To see that which really is. Look at the ocean and all you see is a blue, green, grey, black and sometimes white surface. All the colours of the sky are reflecting in the surface of the sea. But that is not the sea. The sea…the sea is the softness against your skin, the coolness surrounding you on a hot summer day. It is the place of delicious food and dangerous life that will end yours in a heartbeat. The sea devourers all there is, while giving life to much there is. You are the sea. You are a drop and you are the ocean. You reflect, contain, devourer and create….so it is. Do you see? You are all….don’t let your focus be on one thing. Don’t get lost in the feelings of this and that. Don’t seek the truth or the answers, cuz there are none, and while you search, life seeps out of you. Find enjoyment….find it way beyond making sense, doing good, give fulfilment and sacrifice…don’t ever sacrifice. Sacrifice holds nothing, choice holds the world. Do let go now dear….’her voice has turned soft, her brittle hair is waving softly around her face…even the light is so soft now….I whisper: ‘will you lay your hand on my chest? Will you feel my heart?” No’, she says,’ you don’t need it. You don’t even need to feel your heart yourself…OH cant you see??!! You don’t need to feel, to think or to say it….you are it and no matter what you do, nothing will change it. You are always it.
You are walking the salt of the earth. That’s what you have chosen. Although you have so much doubt. Put away your doubt and live and laugh. The souls of your feet have walked many miles and will walk many more. There are no reason to doubt. You are a seeker, and what you seek will be found in many and will leave an impact on many. You are just one of many, but that does not mean that you don’t matter. Remember this and keep walking.]]>
This is what I wrote:
I have been wondering…. I saw a woman leave her body during illness… She left it bit by bit, until I think the rest of us were as ready as we could be to say goodbye… Then she left her body entirely. I wonder if the struggle of her heart, mind and body that I witnessed the last few years of her life, if in that struggle, we can somehow see the struggle, the beauty and the love of all mankind? If somehow, each and every one of us holds the tiny speck that holds it all…..
I am grateful to this day that she let me share some of her journey, and as I cry and miss her, I hold my heart in love bigger than me but still small enough to fit a sore heart and the tender hand that reaches out to dry my cheeks…….. I been wondering….
And here is the beautiful response from JL:
Yes, absolutely. I was with my dad as he took his last breath earlier this year after years of suffering with dementia…
And yes, the whole thing very much felt like a sort of portal that put me deeply in touch with these larger truths/realities of the human experience…
The impermanence of it. The wonder of it. The beauty of it. The profound pain and longing that visits every one of us at some point, if not regularly.
There was a breaking of my heart for the world, you could say. A deep compassion for all of us on this journey.
As well as an appreciation for the tremendous courage shown by us to come here in the first place.
Anyway, thank you for sharing Thea. And for this opportunity to share about my experience. Wishing you all the best as you continue to move through your grieving process.]]>
So there it is.
I have thought about this for a while. Listened to american voices proclaim evil lives and acts through people. Even that evil people exist. I have listen and heard spiritual teachers say that evil is always present, but that we can choose to let the light and love win. I have heard priest say that evil can sneak up on you at any time ….even while you ponder about the late afternoon sun through the autumn clouds, it can come right through your windows and embody you soul.
But I dont believe it. I believe that our souls are only love. I believe that the core of our being is very simple and complex at the same time, but that it consist, basically, of love. What ever the soul, mind and body structure really is, I do believe that it stems from pure love. Children show it to us so easily. They act with care, love and compassion, even towards things or situations they do not understand. They only judge when they themselves have been judged, hurt, not seen, misunderstood, mistreated or in some other way have been led away from who the truly are.
So I do not belive in evil.
That doesn’t mean that we do not experience some events or some acts as evil. I do believe we do. But these events or acts must stem from something else than an person who is evil at heart. Hurt, misbelieve, abuse, neglect or perhaps loneliness….or…. basically some kind of hurt to who we are….They must stem from experiences that somehow lead us away from who we truly are, and into some corner that we somehow feel we cannot escape.
So acts can be perceived as evil. Change and the way things happen can be perceived as not good or even bad…..but I believe that at the core of our being we are nothing but love.
So there you have it……live with it….you are a being of God, of the wholeness that is the human race. The wholeness that is the planet earth…the wholeness that is the universe…..omg…..I think I’ll sit still and listen to the music now…..Love to us all……
Hun er bange for hvad der må møde hende, så hun beder Krigeren om at gå med hende og om at gå forrest. Han holder sit sværd og beskytter hende med sin krop . Han er på vagt, da han forsigtigt åbner døren til hendes hjerte. De træder ind. Hun er bange og trukket sammen bagved Krigeren.
Og der er det.
Hjertet er sort, med røg, sod og sorte lunser af det menneske som blev sprængt i stykker der. Der er sorg efter terror i hjertet alle vegne, og hun græder mens hun samler barnet op. Barnet er sprængt i mange stykker som alle er kødfulde og sorte. Hjertets rytme spinder sin egen sang om sorg over de der blev mistet, og hun sender dem alle bønner, men for nu kan hun kun samle barnet op. Hvert stykke der bliver samlet op, får liv og farve. Det får liv og bliver fint sart rødt. Stille og roligt får hun samlet barnet, mens Krigeren hjælper og holder vagt. Han følger hende, rækker hende stykker, betragter hende, føler hendes smerte og holder hans styrke. Hun læner sig ind i styrken mens hun lader alt det bløde græde for sit barn.
Nu holder hun barnet i sine arme. Hun vugger hende blidt mens hendes egen krop rokker frem og tilbage. Hun er fyldt med sorg og vrede, Hun er fyldt med uendelig ømhed for sit barn.
Med et bliver hendes ydre forvandlet til et dyr, der hvæser og udstøder dybe skrig som for at jage alle væk og beskytte barnet. Lydene fortæller om sorg og et ur instinkt der til sidste åndedrag vil beskytte barnet.
Barnet ligger nu hel og svøbt i et fint tæppe der holder hende varm og beskyttet. Hun åbner forsigtigt sine øjne og er lidt bange for hvad hun vil se. Men det er som om hun i sekundet før øjnene er helt åbne beslutter sig for at åbne dem i fuld tillid og fuld kærlighed. Kvinden holder hende. Krigeren står ved deres side og hans hjerte smelter i et med deres mens han holder vagt og betragter dem. De sidder længe sådan , indtil barnet rejser sig og begynder at løbe lidt omkring og lege. Det er ikke et fint sted at lege, for hjertet de sidder i, er sort og fuld af den røg og de stumper og stykker som krig efterlader. Der er ikke noget liv der, bortset fra de tre. Da barnet har leget lidt og er klar til at hvile , svøber kvinden hende i tæppet, binder hende fast til ryggen . Det er tid til at forlade stedet. Barnet sover og kvinden løber afsted som et dyr, med Krigeren lige bag sig. Foran dem må der være lyst og grønt, så de kan finde sikkerhed.]]>
and no one will know
so exquisitely my delight!
So he knows my name
but we carry hundreds of names
who can tell them all?
So I watch his dance
thinking it carries parts of mine
so naives as the first of spring day
So I go back and I know
that love comes in so many ways
not for us to call it by name.]]>
They talk and talk
but love is all there is.
Love for you
love for them, us and me
the grace of love in a whisper
of the druken woman with silver hair.
And I knew that, there can be no blame
hurt falls like rain from broken hearts
hope lifts us up where the air is thin
So queitly I slip away.
And I knew love is never an illusion
all the pictures are
but the twang at your heart is real.
Step outside and step away
love is where your heart settles – not a story to be told!]]>