May your heart be full of love for others and for yourself, in company or alone. May we share with others some of what we have and all of who we are. May we remember we are all passers by in this life, never truly better or worst than others, and the day we leave mother earth we’ll go alone and with nothing on. Christmas is a time to remember we are all one, we are all the same, and our capacity to love is a matter of choice, because love is always inside and up in the air. Merry Christmas!
On April we celebrate Khalil Gibran; we remember his legacy, and his passing the 10th of this month many years ago. Gibran was a Lebanese poet, writer, artist, and a mystic. He was born in Bsharri in 1883, and grew up in the United States. Among his most celebrated work, a book composed of 26 poetic essays: The Prophet, published in 1923. The depth and style of Gibran’s prose and poetry made his work very popular in the counterculture of the 1960’s, becoming also part of New Age movements. He wrote in English and Arabic, and The Prophet has been translated to 40 languages. A museum on his honor is in Bsharri, Lebanon, exhibiting his writings and other expressions of Khalil Gibran’s art. He died in New York on April 10th, 1931.
“Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes
too proud to weep, too grave to laugh,
and too selfish to seek other than itself.”
Content by Lupita Peimbert.