
I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops.
The whole of life is about another chance,
and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
Jeanette Winterson

I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops.
The whole of life is about another chance,
and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
Jeanette Winterson

With a lot of uncertainty these days, it is easy to get discouraged…
For once
the mocking, predictable voice
inside my head that says “No way”
is silent.
In fact, I think I can just barely make out
some other, quieter voice, whispering,
“Maybe.”
Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment

The great challenge is
living your wounds through
instead of thinking them through…
Your heart is greater than your wounds.
Henri Nouwen, The Inner Voice of Love

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief.
Do justly, now.
Love mercy, now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
The Talmud

Healing is coming to terms with the actuality of things.
Jon Kabat Zinn

We blink a thousand times a day. A thousand times a day the world goes dark. A thousand times a day we wake. We can’t escape this opening and closing. Even as you read this, your eyes, along with your heart and mind, are blinking – opening and closing repeatedly, no matter what you do. It is part of being human.
Yet so much depends on which you see as home – being open or closed. Do you see life as one stream of light interspersed with nights of dark, or as one stream of darkness interspersed with days of light? Though there will never be an answer, what we believe about the nature of life matters. It lifts or burdens our days. So ask yourself, more than once, Is life one long miracle of feeling interspersed with moments of breaking? Do we repeatedly fall into our humanness from never-ending light? Or is life one long painful breaking interspersed with moments of wonder? Do we struggle up from the unending dark briefly into glimpses of light?
Mark Nepo, The Book Of Awakening