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Pain is complex, but healing is fluid. It’s subtle, it occurs independent of our awareness.
Maybe that’s the nucleus of the pain, the emptiness.
For me, happiness is and must be this: a diligence, an exertion of my conscientiousness directed to whatever engenders a peaceful fullness of life. It is finding one small measurement, at least one small chord of goodness in each waking day.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
No one tells you that when people act out in anger and in cruelty and in violence, they are hurting. No one tells you that your parents will be the empty bowls that you will have to fill again and again.
The detours are what make the journey.
“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.”
Perhaps if our ambition was to be as grounded, as peaceful, as happy, as kind, as thoughtful, as aware as possible, we’d live different lives.
Consider more sleep. Consider that people weave in and out of your life, and it’s just part of growing up. Consider that your mother always tried her best.
When I stopped trying to perform, or be inspirational, or dazzling or even polished, that’s when I could be. That’s when I actually left people in awe. Because what they really want is to see who you really are.
Ask yourself what the outcome would be if everybody in the world thought the way you do.
There have been vigils all over the city, memorials with hand-written notes and posters stained with the wax of tea light candles, and lots of talk about France’s safety moving forward.
They told me that I couldn’t do that because violence wasn’t the answer. I guess I shouldn’t have punched him but not standing up for myself was not an option.
You can never be stuck because earth keeps turning. Time keeps ticking. Energy keeps living. The universe glimmers on. The world never fails to continue on forward into the future. Don’t keep yourself in quicksand.
Intimacy is the art of allowing defenses to ease, letting the nudity of your soul be reformatted to a new normal – an easier normal, a more comfortable normal.