Having a hard time this morning finding my own words. I thought I’d borrow from some of my favorite passages… These words sustain me.
” 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman contained a preface, which was left out of subsequent editions, and in it he wrote…”

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. -Walt Whitman

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.-Emerson

We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem,  but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and fall apart. Then they come together and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all this to happen: room for grief, for misery, for relief, for joy.- Pema Chodron

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.-Rumi

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.-Washington Irving

When there is a fresh wound in your heart, keep it open til it heals; understand it; air it out; become it. Be fierce enough to become it. If you ignore it, it will merely deepen, spread, and resurface later; wanting to release. And when later happens, it will hurt even more. Because when later happens you won’t know what you are bleeding for. Remain with it til it clears and watch the beauty fall into your openness. Remain open to feel lightness. Remain open to feel free.-Victoria Erickson

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudice and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose here on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love within ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning doesn’t lie in things, meaning lies in us. -Maryanne Williamson
There, I feel better already❤


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