I Am Learning to Hold All Things Gently. {poetry}
Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
Browsing Tag:
loss
Take up Space: Let Yourself Be Cared For.
You do not have to be the container for every space you inhabit. Grieve. Grieve the things you never had and the things you lost too soon.
When Loss Strips You Bare of All That Is External.
No one cares about what you achieved, owned, or for that matter, lost. The only humiliation is in your mind. You are most beautiful when you are vulnerable.
Not Alone: Grieving the Loss of My Child. {poetry}
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?
Time Does Not Heal Anything, Perspective Does.
A traumatic event needs empowering meaning as an antidote to heal. Finding it is a process in time, but when you do, the healing happens instantaneously.
The Poetry of Loss.
The more we can name loss as it appears in daily life, the more intimate we become with its ways. And the more we know it, the less we fear it.
The Blessing I Received Through Mourning My Mom.
Moving from grief into mourning is accepting that the loss has occurred, feeling it fully, and actively moving through it, so that it is transformed.
The Only Way Out Is Through: The Benefits Of Navigating Resistance.
What emotion do you feel? What does your body want to do? Do you want to cry and moan? Do you feel like yelling, pounding pillows, or stomp-dancing?
People Of The Fire {poetry}
Gods, like phantoms, rise up out of the fire,
created and destroyed at the whim of the people.
The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=_q8AQcoraMcAX88kzG6&oh=af111062c9750c6e4afb78b4846b90c8&oe=5EC9FE28 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
