Λυκόφως

Belonging: The Wisdom of Rhythm To be human is to belong. Belonging is a circle that embraces everything; if we reject it, we damage our nature. The word “belonging” holds together the two fundamental aspects of life: Being and Longing, the longing of our Being and the being of our Longing. Belonging is deep; only in a superficial sense does it refer to our external attachment to people, places and things. It is the living and passionate presence of the soul. Belonging is the heart and warmth of intimacy. When we deny it, we grow cold and empty. Our life’s journey is the task of refining our belonging so that it may become more true, loving, good and free. We do not have to force belonging. The longing within us always draws us towards belonging and again towards new forms of belonging when we have outgrown the old ones. Postmodern culture tends to define identity in terms of ownership: possessions, status, qualities. Yet the crucial essence of who you are is not owned by ...

KING LEAR Fool O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing: here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. KING LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul! Fool He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece. The cod-piece that will house Before the head has any, The head and he shall louse; So beggars marry many. ...

A Christmas Carol Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home.   ~Carol Nelson It was the Winter of 2008 and everything was buzzing in the streets. The Christmas decorations had been put up since early October and the shops were selling like crazy, despite the recent economical crash that plummeted the entire country. I can still remember every detail about that cold December day. By that time, it would have been already 2 months I made the decision to move into the world’s capital, London, in the hopes of making it on my own . Of course the results hadn’t proven fruitful, since by each passing day my hopes for landing my first job were falling apart. There’s something magical about the holiday season though. I could never really explain it, but it always felt like, just like the dead spirits roam the streets on Halloween, at Christmas all the angels were floating about. It always felt like Christmas was the Angels...