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everything counts . . .
My whole life has been that way, and along the journey, there have been places where I felt I needed to be, even places of evil, violence, and fear, but I never dared to dream that I would be where I am today, which is really where I think I need to be now. Who knows what the future will bring?
my sense of whimsy . . .
ps. How did we come to associate this question with death?
I think that aliveness is alertness and presence, while liveliness is busy and active . . . a good thing in itself, totally absorbed, but not really as present as when you are more fully aware of the life you inhabit.
Suffering and grief paved the way to gratitude . . . before then I don’t believe I really knew what gratitude really was.
I value the qualities found in every enlightened being I have ever found, whether it be Siddhartha, Christ, Mohammad, Ghandi, Tich Nhat Hanh, Charlotte Yoko Beck, or the more numerous souls who have been able to catch glimpses behind the veil, and have shared their knowledge with me. There are people in the world who know things . . . the benefits are beyond description.
. . . that weeds are people too. 🙂
Everyone has a place in the world . . . everyone has value, everyone is beautiful in their own way, everyone belongs . . . somewhere, somehow.
by finding beauty in things I never thought were beautiful before . . .
. . . being here . . . now . . . learning how to hear the birds sing . . .
me too, dear Michele . . . ♥
I love your story, dear lasvistasjeanne. .♥
Your story resonates with mine, a beautiful, wise life, born of your tragedies, dear Hermann-Josef… perhaps one day you will be drawn to Hospice.
I think it occurred to me later, dear lasvistasjean . . . 🙂
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So beautiful, and so powerful, dear Barb…
“Don’t let despair sink its sharp teeth Into the throat with which you sing. Escalate your dreams. Make them burn so fiercely that you can follow them down any dark alleyway of history and not lose your way. Make them burn clear as a starry drinking gourd Over the grim fog of exhaustion, and keep walking.
Hold hands. Share water. Keep imagining. So that we, and the children o...
Hold hands. Share water. Keep imagining. So that we, and the children of our children’s children may live”
No one of us gets through our lives without suffering loss, and I share you pain, dear Barb… The Telephone of the Wind sounds lovely, and as Nature does, I’m sure it is a comfort to those who go there feel healing within… maybe the idea will spread with love… sparrow ♥ ps. I just realized that there are these ‘telephones’ in other parts of the world as well.
Thank you for sharing your kindness with me, dear Barb… none of us get through our lives without suffering and pain, but it helps to here it expressed from others… your link does not work, so I will google Telephone of the Wind. Healing takes its own time with love… sparrow ♥
No one of us escapes grief and suffering, dear Barb… I feel for your losses. The link didn’t work for me, but I love the idea of the Telephone of the Wind. I will google it for more information. I find solace in Nature always and sense that you do too with love… sparrow ♥️
I do find peace in Mother Nature, dear pkr . . . be well, and know all is well with love… sparrow ♥
My heart goes out to you, Dear pkr on the loss of your brother and your mother. I too, experienced this loss last fall… my mother to cancer in October. and my brother to covid in November. Grief lies heavily on the soul… the pain of it is palpable. Nature is a balm, and I am grateful you find some peace there. Please know you are not alone… I hold you close with love… sparrow ♥️
Yes. dear Barb… I think so too.
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