a: pleasing or agreeable to the sense: bringing ease, comfort, or quiet;
b: having a bland or mellow rather than a sharp or acid taste;
c (1): not blind or glaring: subdued (2): having or producing little contrast or a relatively short range of tones;
d: quiet in pitch or volume;
e: of the eyes: having a liquid or gentle appearance;
f: smooth or delicate in texture grain, or fiber;
g (1): mild, balm, or clement in weather or temperature (2): moving or falling with slight force or impact: not violent
Soft (adj.) Old English softe “agreeable calm, gentle,” of Western Germanic origin: related to Dutch zacht and German sanft.
“There is no need searching for love, it cannot be found -- it happens!”
Itohan Eghide (poetess, motivational speaker, writer, and author of the book, "Master of Maxims")
“from that terrible love the soft pure hands
gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.”
Pablo Nerudo (1904-1973, Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, Chilean poet-diplomat, politician, and recipient of The Nobel Prize in Literature 1971)
“Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.”
Dejan Stojanovic (b. 1959, Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, business, and former journalist
“...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.”
Alice Hoffman (b. 1952, writer and author of the novel, "Here on Earth")
“Both men and women experience pressure to conform to social standards of attractiveness. Men to look strong and be tough, women to look pretty and soft. Men to be masculine, women to be feminine. Men get judged for being "too feminine", women get criticized for being "too masculine". Gender policing affects us all.”
Miya Yamanouchi (counselor, writer, humanitarian, social activist, sexual health and wellness advocate; best known for writing the book, "Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women")
“…early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.”
One evening, I was waiting for Chris, my neighbor and spiritual brother, to finish his cell phone conversation. It was around 5:00, and I was sitting in his garage a little disappointed to see that the sky had turned gray. I wondered how I missed the sunset. And as I was thinking those thoughts, the sky broke out in brilliant hues of blues, vivid orange and pinks. It was quite a show. I called Chris out to see, and he too gazed at the sky in awe.
As the colors brightened and intensified, they quickly softened and disappeared. What a gift to witness such a spectacle, and to be fully present to wonders of a bright impermanence.
Years ago, when my daughter, Maya, was 12 years of age we traveled to Boca Raton Florida for a family vacation. Naturally, we spent time at the beach. But, the ocean’s waves were surprisingly small and unsubstantial. Maya quickly exclaimed her disappointment. And… before we knew it, the waves swelled and offered her up exciting and potential water-rides, which Maya accepted with glee.
I can’t help but think of the lyrics of the song, “City of Stars” from the musical movie, “La La Land”:
“City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
Maybe it’s a little bit self-centered to believe that the world responds to our thoughts and feelings. But, maybe not. Perhaps, Mother Earth is a living being, a Divine Angel and an interactive shape-shifting playground, where we can create to our hearts content.
Once we establish deeper and more intimate relationships with Mother Earth, She will respond in kind.
Loving unconditionally softens our hearts, minds, and eyes, so we can witness and experience the Gifts from The Great Mystery. Stay open and receptive, sojourners!
Miraculously Yours, Tonya