TO BE BORN IS TO BE CHOSEN.
( Pe. John O´Donohue*).
To be born is to be chosen. 
No one is here by accident. Each one of us was sent here for a special destiny. When a fact is read in a spiritual way, its deeper meaning often emerges.When you consider the moment of conception, there are endless possibilities. Yet in most cases, only one child is conceived. This seems to suggest that a certain selectivity is already at work. This selectivity intimates a sheltering providence that dreamed you, created you, and always minds you. You were not consulted on the major factors that shaped your destiny: when you were to be born; where you would be born; to whom you would be born. Imagine the difference it would have made to your life had you been born into the house next door. Your identity was not offered for your choosing. In other words, a special destiny was prepared for you. But you were also given freedom and creativity to go beyond the given, to make a new set of relationships and to forge an ever new identity, inclusive of the old but not limited to it. This is the secret pulse of growth, which is quietly at work behind the outer facade of your life. Destiny sets the outer frame of experience and life; freedom finds and fills its inner form.
For millions of years, before you arrived here, the dream of your individuality was carefully prepared. You were sent to a shape of destiny in which you would be able to express the special gift you bring to the world. Sometimes this gift may involve suffering and pain that can neither be accounted for nor explained. There is a unique destiny for each person. Each one of us has something to do here that can be done by no one else. If someone else could fulfill your destiny, then they would be in your place, and you would not be here. It is in the depths of your life that you will discover the invisible necessity that has brought you here. When you begin to decipher this, your gift and giftedness come alive. Your heart quickens and the urgency of living rekindles your creativity.
If you can awaken this sense of destiny, you come you rhythm with your kife. You fall out of rhythm when you renege on your potential and talent, when you settle for the mediocre as a refuge from the call. When you lose rhythm, your life becomes wearyingly deliberate or anonymously automatic. Rhythm is the secret key to balance and belonging. This will not collapse into false contentment or passivity. It is the rhythm of a dynamic equilibrium, a readiness of spirit, a poise that is not self-centered. This sense of rhythm is ancient. All life came out of the ocean; each one of us comes out of the waters of the womb; the ebb and flow of the tides is alive in the ebb and flow of our breathing. When you are in rhythm with your nature, nothing destructive can touch you. Providence is at one with you; it minds you and brings you to your new horizons. To be spiritual is to be in rhythm.
Da prece que encerra cada capítulo, retirei esse trecho (porque pertinente ao que estou vivendo hoje):
(…) “May you realize that shape of your soul is unique, that you have a special destiny here,
“May you learn to see yourself with the same delight, pride, and expectation with which God sees you in every moment.”
(…)
AMEM!
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Fonte: O’Donohue, John. “Anam Cara: a book of Celtic wisdom”. Harper-Perennial. New York, 1997.
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Ao que vai nascer: escolhemos teu nome: Benjamin, entre as tribos de Judá. Tua avó e eu (vovö Boy e vovö girl) te esperamos. Teu pai Craig Foust, tua mamãe Maíra Q. Foust (nosso primeiro bebê bem-amado); tua tia Ceci (nossa “benjamine”), tua bisavó Carmelita, tuas tias e tios, tua grandma e teu granpa, teu irmãozinho Lucas (um cara especialíssimo), teu tio-adotivo (e padrinho do Lucas) te esperamos! Rezamos por ti, pequenino Queiroz Foust! E te esperamos com Esperança e Amor nos nossos corações…
Leveza e Esperança 
Nós somos treinados para não se emocionar. Mas, deixei escapar uma lágrima aqui… Força Ben!
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que os anjos
o acompanhem
agora e sempre
inspirando-o
a brilhar…
com carinho
vilma
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Chico e Vilma,
Obrigado pela visita e peels comentários!
Maíra e o bebê estão bem melhor agora.
Abraço fraternal do Beto (in USA)
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Vida que teima em correr, sem tempo para ver” os lírios do campo”!
Sim, penso que “nascer é ser escolhido”, e que somos uma parte desta engrenagem para que o Universo nos ecolheu!
Obrigada por existir!
Nestes tempos de materialismo, os seus posts são um bálsamo!
Abraço de luz!
Manuela Barroso
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Nietzsche dizia que o mundo é um imenso pântano e que a arte é a orquídea colorida e bela que nasce no alto da árvore podre.
Digo então que BLOGS DE POESIA SÃO ORQUÍDEAS NO PÂNTANO DA WEB.
Convido a ler poesia da minha autoria, escrita ontem 05/03/2011. Se gostar comente e divulgue:
http://valdecyalves.blogspot.com/2011/03/canto-vida-peregrina.html
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Eu já disse parabéns, Beto – mas nunca é demais repetir! Parabéns, parabéns e parabéns!
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Prezado amigo,
Obrigado.
O Benjamin é, com certeza, o que as enfermeiras e médicos chamam de ‘miracle baby’…
Foram 8 semanas de intensos (e intensivos) cuidados médicos (no hospital Sacred Heart) em Pensacola (FL).
Ele e a minha filha superaram enormes dificuldades.
Como prometi so escrever no blog quando ela voltar pra casa, deixo pra dar detalhes depois.
Abraco fraterno do
BetoQ.
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