you lost something precious

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New Prince of Tennis vs Genius 10: Sanada Genichirou, Professional Echizen’s Minder (also things that sound funny when taken out of context)

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“I was so proud of you & thrilled at having you so close to me on our long walk in Westminster Abbey, but when I handed your hand to the Archbishop I felt that I had lost something very precious.

You were so calm & composed during the Service and said your words with such conviction, that I knew everything was all right …

I have watched you grow up all these years with pride under the skilful direction of Mummy, who, as you know is the most marvellous person in the World in my eyes, & I can, I know, always count on you, & now Philip, to help us in our work. Your leaving us has left a great blank in our lives but do remember that your old home is still yours & do come back to it as much & as often as possible.”  – George VI to Princess Elizabeth (now Queen Elizabeth II) after her wedding.

I was so proud and thrilled at having you so close to me on your long walk in Westminster Abbey, but when I handed your hand to the Archbishop I felt I lost something very precious. You were so calm and composed during the Service and said your words with such conviction that I knew all everything was all right… I have watched you growing up all these years with pride under the silkful direction of Mummy, who, as you know, is the marvellous person in the World in my eyes, and I can, I know, count on you, and now Philip, to help us in our work. You leaving us has left a great blanck in our lives but do remeber that your old home is still yours and do come back to it as much as often as possible. I can see you are sublimely happy with Philip which is right, but don’t forget us is the wish of.
Your ever loving and devoted, Papa
— 

King George VI to Princess Elizabeth shortly after her wedding with Prince Philip in 1947.

BritishMonarchy shared this on Twitter to celebrate the 68th Wedding Anniversary of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip.

A lot can happen in four days
An emotional rollercoaster
A haphazard display of the fabulously dramatic
And painful
And lonely

You forget what you were feeling
But you have the notes that you took
The thoughts that you had

It doesn’t have to be hidden to be heartbreaking…

I do it to fill the space:
Jacking off instead of crying myself to sleep.

You give away a piece of your soul
You’ve lost something precious
Power or consciousness or self-control or health
Illness and misery set in

A sickness of the mind
An inability to function
A core desperation for some kind of appreciation

I am broken
Like a toy that stopped being fun and was thrown out
I have been replaced

The laws of logic are cruel, heartless and judgmental
And when logic defies faith, Romantics shatter.

Breakdowns are becoming more and more common.
Productivity is limited.
Progress is nonexistent.
Hope is fleeting.
Rescue is implausible.
Symptoms worsen every day.

And then it all collapses
To Just

Agony

—  “Four Days: March 18-22, 2015,” Poems to Beatrice.
The Right Place for Life

Your heart is broken. You no longer feel at home. The world as you know it is crumbling. You feel you have lost something very precious to you, something that defined you, something that made you “you.” It feels like a part of you missing. Life doesn’t seem fair, kind, right, or even real anymore. You long to escape, to move away. To rewind to the way things were or to fast-forward to how things could be. You feel disconnected, lonely, lost, beyond help. You feel nobody could possibly understand, for nobody stands where you stand.

You feel like you are standing in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Stop. Breathe. Consider that this is exactly how things are supposed to be right now. This, this present scene, is life, not a violation of life.

A Universe cannot go “wrong.” Life only seems to go “wrong” in our thinking.

Come out of the movie of past and future, time and space, and turn to meet a sacred moment, this moment, the only moment there is. Sense your own presence, here and now, so still, so stable amidst the chaos of the world. Feel the body pulsating, tingling, every part alive. Feel its heaviness, its weight, the way it is attracted to the ground, pulled downward toward the center of the Earth, giving itself to gravity. Feel the heart pulsing, the belly rising and falling. Feel the raw life that is here, enveloping you, filling you, animating you. Feel the pressure in your head, the fluttery sensations in your belly. Feel your feet on the ground, the way the air moves across your nostrils. Listen to the sounds appearing and disappearing all around you.

Know that the next step can only be taken from here, where you are, the true ground of all grounds. Relax into not knowing what the next step will be before it is actually taken. Trust that you cannot trust right now; the next step will appear in its own time.

The true path will emerge; it always does. Be here, now.

Your heart may be broken, friend, your old dreams may have crumbled to dust, but you’re always in the right place for life.

- Jeff Foster

I believe there is only one truth but there are many ways of expressing it.  Jeff’s words are alive with it.  Had to share.  Love to all.  T

you lost something precious – 
a part of you, your body shredded,
realigned, recombined, sewn together but leaving out
about ten ounces of flesh, a red, pulpy mess,
and you thought you saw it beating
as they dumped it overboard.
     
you lost something precious,
and you think it was your soul, but the truth
is that you lost your way;
you lost your eyes to see.
so let me be your eyes, my dear.
let me be, let me be.
—  I’ll show you the way home. – s.s.