“We’re often wrong at predicting what will transform us. Encountering certain people, books, music, places or ideas at the right time can immediately make our lives happier, richer, more beautiful, resonant or meaningful. When it happens, we feel a kind of instant love for them both deep and abiding. It can be something as trifling as a children’s book, a returned telephone call, or a night at a seaside bar in Greece.”
— Jonathan Carroll
Around our house we throw the word transformative around quite a bit (sometimes it bounces off of walls and smashes china). We talk about books, plays, talks and conversations with people as transformative experiences. What part of us changes? Perhaps its just the part that hears a new point of view for a first time, that sees something in a way that we haven’t before. On occasion, the transformation is a bit more radical. We see something that changes our approach with how we deal with our lives, our jobs or our family. The Greek philosopher Heraclitus suggested that we cannot step in the same river twice because both we and the river are continuously made different by whatever we experience. I hope that I always be open to being transformed by my surroundings rather than clinging like a barnacle on a rock in said river afraid to flow with the changes and I wish happy transformative experiences for all.
Blessings, G
“Yo can always take back the lost parts of yourself if you can find and recognize them.”
― Jonathan Carroll
If on some level,we embody the all or perhaps its more accurate to say the all embodies us then can anything truly be lost. We can spin the qualities and realities we have never laid claim to out of the void, find even the lost possibilities and claim them as our own. Thus we have the infinite. Everything that we ever were and could be again if we wished it and everything we have yet to be for a sum total of infinite potential. Yet most of the time we embody our self-defined limits, carefully defining our storied selves, even if the stories are painful ones. I have found this to be such a waste. What part of myself would I regain that I let slip away. Innocence has ever been the price for experience and yet innocence can be regained perhaps by opening ourselves to possibility.
Blessings, G
A Heroic Fantasy by G A Rosenberg
