tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post1754855617697775457..comments2023-12-01T01:12:57.912-08:00Comments on MindSieve POSTS: Some of my ideas about SoulDianna Woolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901349180265745138noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-87812944316493526382009-04-27T19:55:00.000-07:002009-04-27T19:55:00.000-07:00Susanna, Hmmm and nice thoughts you've left here. ...Susanna, Hmmm and nice thoughts you've left here. Thank you! Nice to hear from you.Dianna Woolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901349180265745138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-57214455220484906432009-04-27T19:22:00.000-07:002009-04-27T19:22:00.000-07:00Hmmm...I have to admit that I haven't put much tho...Hmmm...I have to admit that I haven't put much thought into the definition of my soul. I agree with you in that it is a spiritual presence and that it is not separate from our body, mind and heart. I don't imagine it as a thread as thread can be cut...and I don't think our soul is ever cut. Damaged, yes, but not entirely destroyed.<br />I am hesitant to connect my soul to a particular religion assusannahttp://www.susannassketchbook.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-15025313116315590502009-04-22T12:48:00.000-07:002009-04-22T12:48:00.000-07:00Lisa - Reading "soul thoughts" from others, and co...Lisa - Reading "soul thoughts" from others, and contemplating our own soul is an activity for a lifetime, isn't it? There's so much there to the soul and so few words to really describe the awesomeness of soul! Thanks for adding your thoughts to the subject!Dianna Woolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901349180265745138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-7262147644004679212009-04-22T08:57:00.000-07:002009-04-22T08:57:00.000-07:00Ah . . . thinking about soul. Today, soul is the d...Ah . . . thinking about soul. Today, soul is the deepest me. Soul is the me, the conscious and the unconscious. Soul is the me that hears, sees, feels, thinks, touches. Soul is the me that is dark, mysterious, and unknown. Soul is the me in harmony with the other, in harmony with the Creator, in harmony with the Earth, in harmony with the me in me. And sometimes, not.Lisa Gonzales-Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01400304702010165231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-35058173116213275322009-04-21T13:30:00.000-07:002009-04-21T13:30:00.000-07:00Bruno,
thanks for succumbing to the "please, plea...Bruno, <br />thanks for succumbing to the "please, please" and sending the lovely story about the fresh air being captured or NOT. A story for one to use in future conversations of the soul.... Your "words fail miserably" is another great summary of the attempt of quantifying the soul - as if we ever could! Again, thank you.<br /><br />CP,<br /><br />I don't believe I've ever heard the "Dianna Woolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901349180265745138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-86004476623052557022009-04-21T07:38:00.000-07:002009-04-21T07:38:00.000-07:00The Greeks spoke of things a composed of Accidents...The Greeks spoke of things a composed of Accidents and Essences. Accidents were the outward appearance of things and Essences were the invisible reality of the thing itself. Perhaps they were not far from right, at least as far as the soul is concerned. There is in each of us an awareness of self that is not the same as our body or mind, or any synthesis of the two, although the self requires Country Parsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02727241474360657192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699332.post-12703904338403283512009-04-21T05:39:00.000-07:002009-04-21T05:39:00.000-07:00Breaking a rule here, but two pleases, !
discussi...Breaking a rule here, but two pleases, !<br /><br />discussing these topics is a great way to undo any pretense that we are gods. Words fail miserably, our minds gasp for air at the task, our puniness is exposed. <br />A young girl went out one day and was struck by the feel of the air. It was as if she had felt the air on her skin for the first time. It was spring time, with soft breezes blowingBrunohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06602377427192842983noreply@blogger.com