Mental anxiety, for me, has required very physical actions. Nothing I do is about making it go away. I don’t believe healing works like that.
You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.
A single raindrop plops into the dark water. Sid isn’t Sid anymore. The moon sets, and Sid lifts his eyes. Venus, the Morning Star, a brilliant flickering ember racing toward the horizon. Speechless, the mystery decloaks and stands naked in the mirror; his question has been answered.
I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...
Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.