a mirror of the soul  

LadySunrise 33F  
2019 posts
9/6/2006 5:40 am

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a mirror of the soul

what does your soul look like??

Sometimes i think about what i would see if i looked through a mirror into the depths of myself. Would i be hollow? Would I cast a heavy shadow? am i smiling?

(more to come) happy posting blogland


live more, laugh often, love much


rm_FreeLove999 46F
16127 posts
9/6/2006 11:32 am

my soul is shining with gold this year and i'm slowly slowly learning how to mine that gold and use it to make the life i want to make...



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rm_Kissmystuff 61F
1435 posts
9/7/2006 11:06 am

Mine is a light that shifts shades and intensity of hues..as I go through different phases of my life.

Kiss

Kiss


Steel_Legs 58M/F

9/7/2006 10:00 pm

Some days, (some who know me would argue most days) are all about me. My wants and needs supersede all others. Those days, I'd say my soul is like an animal, wild and ferocious, but trapped in a cage. When I'm stuck in self, I'm only as happy, content, peaceful and fulfilled as I can make myself, and I've never been much of a cheerleader, for myself in particular.

On the rare occasion when I put self aside, the wild animal in me is free to roam, seeking a connection with nature and a bond with humanity. I see myself as fortunate and find gratitude in small things. I am happy to be of use to others. That is freedom and I can see my soul as a weightless, formless source of energy, delivering the good in life wherever it is most needed.

Oh, and I also get laid more on those days, so that's a good thing, right?

Steel_Legs
Steel


rm_KarmoHunny 54F
888 posts
9/8/2006 10:08 pm

My soul would be a multiude of things. Right now, it's more on the dark and heavy side. Hope this will improve soon.

Thanks for the thought-provoking post!


_Safira 53F
11260 posts
9/11/2006 3:57 am

LADY SUNRISE ~ You have only to meet me to see my soul. It, apparently, shines forth for all to see. I don't know ... Maybe it's because I like to hug. I love your daily motivators (though you might not "see" that I've visited, I do) ... and I LOVE your positive vibe, my friend. *much love and massive hugs* / {=}

This is my blog - Comes With Warning Labels. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

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cobra70118 105M

9/11/2006 3:09 pm

I've always believed we are all mirrors of each others soul...


LadySunrise 33F  
2432 posts
9/11/2006 9:19 pm

cobra you got it!!!!!

that was the one answer that i was looking for....

i think that if i see something i recognize in anothers soul then it might just might encourage me to do more and be more and get more out of what i do!!!!

thank you all so very much!!!

live more, laugh often, love much


cobra70118 105M

9/11/2006 11:19 pm

Sunrise your wonderful. Our best resource is each other and it was all we ever needed.

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born. Which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddess of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddess asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no suprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the goddess said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

"What a lovely story," the Alchemist thought.

'The Alchemist'
Paulo Coelho


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