“Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.”
“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” – Maya Angelou
“The most wonderful thing, is that you and I are always walking together, hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people. We both stretch one hand to receive from Life – and Life is generous indeed.” – Khalil Gibran
“Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn again, and Boo’s children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.” – To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
The show in our backyard Sunday morning….
“There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.” – Minnie Aumonier
“If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.” - Rumi
barefoot on a summer night….♥
I was taken with author Marianne Williamsons’ interpretation of the fairy tale of Cinderella. She speaks of that bitter moment where Cinderella is literally standing in rags, left in the dust, mocked by her antagonists; her dreams of champagne bubbles and delightfully dizzying waltzes dashed.
Imagine the rage and despair. But Cinderella didn’t throw rocks at their carriage as it pulled away, she didn’t plot to poison their soup, she didn’t stand there screaming expletives into the night.
That certainly would have “satisfied her ego but not her soul.”
She surrendered to her sorrow and simply wept. Her gentle heart broken open. And that is precisely when grace enters, in her story, in the form of a plump and lovely fairy godmother.
Cinderella says to her “Oh, I thought you’d never come!” and her fairy godmother responds “Oh that’s not true, or I couldn’t be here!”
Even in her darkest moment Cinderella had faith, making all things possible. Faith is the invitation for illumination.
I rather like fairy tales. Not only because I am a syrupy, optimistic, romantic girl, but because in their fanciful way they tell us a very true story: love prevails in the face of evil dragons and wicked stepmothers who are invariably vanquished or subdued though not before they help to make us into heroes.
they remind us that it is never, ever too late for a happily ever after.