The secret of living fully

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A man sees in the world

what he carries in his heart.

Goethe, Faust

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;

what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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Sunday Quote: Joy

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Joy is being willing for things to be as they are

Charlotte Joko Beck,  Nothing Special

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Accepting each moment

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All things, the grass as well as the trees,
are tender and soft while alive
When dead, they are withered and dried.

Therefore the stiff and the rigid are companions of death
The gentle and the kind are the companions of life

Lao Tzu

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Not perfect but complete

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A thousand times I have ascertained and
found it to be true:

The affairs of this world are really nothing
into nothing.

Still though, we should dance.

Hafiz

Sunday Quote: Bigger

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The more we connect with a bigger perspective,

the more we connect with energetic joy.

Pema Chödrön

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What glorious things today

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Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life: a frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, a loss of a job or a limb or a loved one, a graduation, bringing a new baby home: it’s impossible to think at first how this all will be possible. Eventually, what moves it all forward is the subterranean ebb and flow of being alive among the living.

In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again.

Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again

Barbara Kingsolver  High Tide in Tucson