
Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of light and let it breathe.
Hafiz
photo Mullaghrellan Woods Kilkea

Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of light and let it breathe.
Hafiz
photo Mullaghrellan Woods Kilkea
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True freedom is living as if you had completely chosen
whatever you feel or experience in this moment.
This inner alignment with the Now is the end of suffering
Eckhart Tolle, Silence Speaks
photo Sharada Prasad
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We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid,
or we can let them soften us and make us kinder and more open to what scares us.
We always have this choice.
Pema Chodron
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Often we want to be able to see into the future. We say, “How will next year be for me? Where will I be five or ten years from now?” There are no answers to these questions. Mostly we have just enough light to see the next step: what we have to do in the coming hour or the following day. The art of living is to enjoy what we can see and not complain about what remains in the dark. When we are able to take the next step with the trust that we will have enough light for the step that follows, we can walk through life with joy and be surprised at how far we go. Let’s rejoice in the little light we carry and not ask for the great beam that would take all shadows away.
Henri Nouwen, Bread for the Journey
Donne–nous aujourd‘hui notre pain de ce jour
French translation Matthew 6:11
photo Sasikanth balachandran

The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where to strike, where it hurts. It knows the vulnerable spot, and life does not, our friends and lovers do not, because seldom do they have the imagination equal to the task.
Anais Nin
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Everything is meant to be let go of.
Meister Eckhart
A little more from Rilke, because sometimes he says it best. Changes of direction and endings are an inevitable part of our lives, but can be difficult especially if we do not choose them. Our instinct is to look for certainty, for solid ground, when in actual fact, the deep reality which we come to accept is that nothing is really lasting or solid.
And to die, which is the letting go
of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,
is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down
into the water, which receives him gaily
and which flows joyfully under
and after him, wave after wave,
while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,
is pleased to be carried, each moment more fully grown,
more like a king, further and further on.
Rilke