Oprah(isms)

What you do have control over is how you re-act to whatever happens in your life.

What we all become is exactly what we believe we can.

My confidence comes from knowing there is something greater than myself that I am a part of and also is a part of me.

How I think one masters one’s life is understanding that you are  co-creating that life with the ultimate Creator. You cannot survive in this world just believing in yourself. You are not big enough to do it.

The fact that you are here, matters.

This is no accident. None of us are…

Every single thing that has happened in your life is preparing you for the moment that is to come.

I’m in love…Coelho

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A review or a reviewer’s musings? You decide…

Sometimes a story/book/novel seizes your heart and refuses to let go. Such is my love affair with this book, Manuscript Found in Accra.

Let me share a few of the highlights from the book. I imagine when I allow myself to finish, I will have underlined at least one hundred sections. I’m savoring every page.

“As far as Coelho is concerned, this “Manuscript Found in Accra” is not in 1099 or 4859, much less at the end of 492. The Copt believes only in the present moment and what he calls Moira–the unknown god, the Divine Energy, responsible for a single law, which if ever broken, will bring about the end of the world.”

“I am not here to tell you that defeat is part of life; we all know that. Only the defeated know Love. Because it is in the realm of Love that we fight our first battles–and generally lose.”

“Wait patiently for the right moment to act. Do not let the next opportunity slip by you. Take pride in your scars. Scars are medals branded on flesh, and your enemies will be frightened by them because they are proof of your long experience of battle. Often this will lead them to seek dialogue and avoid conflict. Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.”

“In the silence of the night, they fight their imaginary battles: their unrealized dreams, the injustices to which they turned a blind eye, the moments of cowardice they managed to conceal from other people–but not from themselves–the love that crossed their path with a sparkle in its eyes, the love God had intended for them, but which they lacked the courage to embrace. And they promise themselves: “Tomorrow will be different.” But tomorrow comes and the paralyzing question surfaces in their mind: “What if it doesn’t work out?” And so they do nothing. Woe to those who were never beaten! They will never be winners in life.”

“Solitude is not the absence of Love, but it’s complement. Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.”

“If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself. And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.”

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“For those who fear the solitude, it’s important to remember that in life’s most significant moments we are always alone. Take the child emerging from a woman’s womb: it doesn’t matter how many people are present; the final decision to live rests with the child. Take the artist and his work: in order for his work to be really good, he needs to be still and hear only the language of the angels. Take all of us, when we find ourselves face-to-face with the Unwanted Visitor, Death; we will all be alone at that most important and most feared moment of our existence. Just as Love is the divine condition, so solitude is the human condition. And for those who understand the miracle of life, those two states peacefully coexist.”

 

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THE MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

 

 

 

 

 

Manuscript Found in Accra is a novel by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho. The action is placed in 1099 in Jerusalem while the city awaits the invasion of the crusaders. Inside the city’s walls, men and women gathered to hear the wise words of a mysterious Greek man– known as the Copt. The people begin with questions about their fears, true enemies, defeat, and struggle; they contemplate the will to change, and the virtues of loyalty and solitude; and ultimately turn to questions of beauty, sex, and elegance, love.

Meltdown

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© Lynda Filler Photography

 

Meltdown

 

Spring

was never waiting for us

it went one step forward

as I longed

for our dance

 

I thought

you would come to me one rainy summer day

instead

you had Dragons to Slay

and orphans to love

and a God to appease

 

my dream

was melting in the dark

someone left my cake

out in the rain

I don’t think that I can make it

cause it took so long to bake it

and I will never have that recipe

again

 

still

I loved you

 

and then you died

 

© I (Spy) Love, Lynda Filler

 

 

 

Mis-Understand

 

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Mis-Understand

 

I don’t try to understand your pain

nor empathize with what you gain

by making choices of denial

waiting for time to pass

all the while forgetting

how

to

live

 

I don’t try to understand

a choice to abstain

from love and passion

intimacy that is a God-given-gift

the closest we can ever come to

Heaven

on

Earth

 

I do understand

death and war

for death is a beginning

and wars are never ending

but Love is eternal

 

and more than that

I must agree

with the Rabbi’s message

sent to me

“the greatest of these is Love”

 

© I (Spy) Love, Lynda Filler

color ceased to exist

 

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Blue

 

a whistle blows

March winds

carry your spirit

waves bow, welcome you

moms and calves

breaching

learning

playing

b e i n g

 

I wandered the shoreline

sea shells crusty under

naked feet

toes tickled by waters

wanting to dance

 

you moved in burnt orange

I lived in hot pink

we thought the sapphire of the sea

might be our compromise

 

we walked

c l o s e r

I could almost feel

your kiss against

my waiting soul

 

and then your breath stopped

and my heart screamed black

the winds began to howl

and the whales were still

 

and for a time

color ceased to exist

 

© I (Spy) Love Lynda Filler

 

Rooms

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Rooms

 

my heart has many rooms

and in these rooms

I find old stories

sadness, pain, loss

and incredible moments

of joy

and love

 

I would not (ex)change

the lows

for were they not

a high waiting to happen?

were they not a fearful no

aching to become a jubilant yes!

 

if I fill my heart

with love(s)

one day I am sure

there will be no room

for bad

or sad

and (love) memories will sustain me

as I find my way Home

 

© Rooms  I (Spy) Love

 

Of God

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Of God

he seemed at times

slow to flow

like sweet molasses

my Southern Boy

 

m e a n d e r i n g

finding his way

 

t e r r i t o r y

he has mapped

long since

misplaced

with armor

no longer

needed

 

I watch a Hawk swoop down

in flight, too soon gone

 

taste the sweet

linger, my love

it takes my breath away

 

can you feel the chills

 

closer

come nearer

 

this could be of God

 

© Of God, I (Spy) Love  by Lynda Filler

 

 

 

 

(To) Sea

 

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(To) Sea

is it in the wind

the salty breeze

that kisses ocean-wet shoulders

and sends a chill

down between my breasts

 

or in the sand

silken

a welcome caress

to hot pink toes

 

or is it in the baby snails

that crawl

beneath the burden

of heavy shells

nature’s sunblock

 

or is it the memory

of moments spent

loving you

smiles that lighten my heart

sighs that escape

from passion-filled lips

 

the waves gently carry

and pull me out from shore

toss and turn and cover me

reminding me

to let life

and love flow

 

it’s in God’s hands now

 

© (To) Sea, I (Spy) Love by Lynda Filler

 

 

Fear…

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Life is supposed to hit you with one thing at a time.

So, take your pick Life: what’s it going to be?

 

I know you never promised me a rose garden.

And a white picket fence has been off the table for years.

And I know it’s normal to feel sad for what-could-have-been and what-should-be.

And I know we can’t change others, only ourselves.

And if you love someone you have to let him die alone if that’s what he chooses.

And you can only count on yourself—I wrote a book on that.

And life isn’t always fair.

 

I never realized that achieving your dreams could mean your heart breaks along the way.

I always believed in the goodness of men and women.

I also know that happiness is an inside job; and that we have to love ourselves first before anyone else can love us.

I do believe in Shamans and miracles—but my totem animals seem to have deserted me.

 

But my time is running out on this particular journey. And I’m wondering if You have forsaken me.

 

Or have I forsaken myself…