“The racist white person doesn’t understand that he or she is also a race, it’s also constructed, it’s also made, and it also has some kind of serviceability, but when you take it away. If I take your race away and there you are all strung out, and all you got is your little self and what is that? What are you without racism? Are ya any good? Are ya still strong? Still smart? You still like yourself?”—Toni Morrison (via theraceproblem)
We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and…
“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she’d rush away again.”—Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark (via creatingaquietmind)
Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”