Lonly lonliness

In the Monday mailbox

Yesterday (Sunday 8.28) marked the the birthday of the father of German literature, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, born in Frankfurt (1749), the author of the epic drama Faust.

We’ve lost our Sundays, our weekends, our nights off — our holy days, as some would have it; our bosses, junk mailers, our parents can find us wherever we are, at any time of day or night. More and more of us feel like emergency-room physicians, permanently on call, required to heal ourselves but unable to find the prescription for all the clutter on our desk. – Pico Iyer, after a visit with Leonard Cohen.

Loneliness is a sense of being separated, cut off from others, and this is not truly possible. You are entangled; you are shared. Feeling lonesome is different. Many of us are lonesome now; this is only noticing that you need others, that you miss their presence...Know that in your struggle, you are with all beings, because our true struggle is the same—to find our way to oneness, to nonseparation, in this fragile human form. – Sallie Jiko Tisdale