I check out my new friend at Live Journal and I see that her blog is titled Listening at the Well. It seems an interesting omen for Connection Well.
I take this from her blog. She knows how to connect my blog to hers, but I haven't figured these things out, so will say that if you like my blog, I think you will like hers. Hers is decorated for Christmas with a reindeer. I've decorated my house, but not my site. Oh, my!!
Love
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.
~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
(Collected Poems)
