An Irish Welcome

Céad Míle Fáilte friend and rover ...
Wherever you come from and whosoever you may be.
That's an Irish greeting and it means

you are welcome
a thousand times over.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Love is madness ...

A friend on Facebook shared this wonderful quote by Saint Augustine that was too good to not share on this blog.

‎"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have been so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you shouldever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not promulgation of promises of eternal passion. This is just being "in love" which any of us can conceive ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." - St. Augustine

6 comments:

  1. ...and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two...

    Nice.

    Hi Vasiliki,

    It has been a while since I last contacted you. How are you going? Will you be visiting Sydney any time soon??

    Pandelis

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  2. Pandelis, I have been talking about it with a friend ... I want to visit a priest there by the name of Father Nicholas. I have an urgent desire so you might see me sooner than later. My problem is finances at the moment so if I come it literally will be to visit him and then go back to Melbourne, more or less ... unless, of course, I can stay at the monasteries for a few days.

    We should catch up if I do come so you can tell me about University and things like that.

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  3. Do you mean Fr Nicholas Marketos? He is a very holy man...

    Please let me know when you come...

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