
“We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard’s power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It’s us and our homemade masks.
“All these years, and at last we meet.
“Imagine that.”
From “Running from Safety: An Adventure of the Spirit” by Richard Bach.
* Narcissus is a painting by the Italian Baroque master Caravaggio, circa 1597-1599. It is housed in the Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Antica in Rome.
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Yesterday, I came across your website while searching for herbal remedies. I read your blogs and I couldn’t believe that someone actually felt as I do. I too, had an epiphany of sorts yesterday in that I realized that I am the master of my ship and the source of my own happiness.
I leave you with this quote from Kahlil Gibran:
“Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness and far away in its compassion and hidden in its secrets and miseries.—Your inner soul is surrounded with solitude and seclusion. Were it not for this solitude and this seclusion you would not be you and I would not be I. If it were not for that solitude and seclusion, I would, if I heard your voice, think myself to be speaking; yet, if I saw your face, I would imagine that I were looking into a mirror.” (Mirrors of the Soul)