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Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time. I worship each god, I praise each day splintered down, splintered down and wrapped in time like a husk, a husk of many colors spreading, at dawn fast over the mountains split." - Annie Dillard 
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." - Maya Angelou Keeping these words in mind as I write my book ... From Grief to Gratitude ... About finding closure & moving beyond infertility .... Please "like" my Facebook page:https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=685454854847397 Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer. 
 Writing this book proposal has been a journey in itself. It's never easy to be vulnerable or expose our pain, our heartache, our shame. But, it's necessary for growth and healing. As Angel Kyodo Williams says, "You have to be open to meeting face to face, and even dancing with, the truth that pertains to your life right now. You have to find a way to collect your fractured pieces, examine them and then accept them as part of who you are. Spiritual practice is about transformation, but it's also, and more importantly, about working with what is."
 "And this our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything."
- William Shakespeare  "For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? When you pray, you rise up to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion." - Kahlil Gibran
 "A hundred times a day I remind myself that my life depends on the labors of other men (& women! :)), living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give, in measure as I have received, and am still receiving."
- Albert Einstein  "I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing. And so now I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field. And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem." - Mary Oliver
 Sharing this beautiful & powerful meditation we learned in yoga teacher training this weekend:
I forgive myself for being imperfect ... I forgive myself for making mistakes ... I forgive myself for being a learner in this lifetime ... I forgive everyone for everything ... |
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