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Living...
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Kindness...
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The Beautiful Simple Things...
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Strength...
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From the ground up...
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Slow down...
"When we slow down and become more present, our hearts open in new and magical ways, as we begin to tune into and become more aware of the deeper mysteries, beauties and wonders of life." - Mary Ann Byrne |
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Real Intimacy...
"Real Intimacy is a meeting between two souls, an invitation to meet each other exactly where they are, without expectation or agenda. It doesn’t demand gifts and benefits, sexual prowess, conditional offerings. It merely asks you to show up as you are, fully revealed and present. It invites you to shed your masks and disguises, to surrender to whatever is real for you in the moment. Real intimacy meets you right where you live, not where you or anyone else wants you to live. It’s the big sigh of relief that arises when you finally know that you don’t have to put on a show to feel seen or accepted. Here we are, just as we are." ~ Jeff Brown |
One more try...
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Humanness...
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Love...
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Unfold...
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"...act when the feeling of inspiration is so compelling that nothing else will do." Abraham Hicks
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i enjoy this one-
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Drop...
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” - David Mitchell |
Unity...
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Pleasure...
Ever since I began to compose, I have remained true to my starting principle: not to write a page because no matter what public, or what pretty girl wanted it to be thus or thus; but to write solely as I myself thought best, and as it gave me pleasure. - Felix Mendelssohn |
Beauty...
While traveling around the world, I've had the opportunity to work with every living beauty icon. I've learned to appreciate idiosyncrasy. The fact is, there is really no such thing as 'normal' - everybody's different, and that is the essence of their beauty. - Kevyn Aucoin |
Essence...
The Universe is the periodical manifestation of this unknown: Absolute Essence. - Helena Blavatsky |
Courage by Anne Sexton
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk. The first spanking when your heart went on a journey all alone. When they called you crybaby or poor or fatty or crazy and made you into an alien, you drank their acid and concealed it. Later, if you faced the death of bombs and bullets you did not do it with a banner, you did it with only a hat to comver your heart. You did not fondle the weakness inside you though it was there. Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing. If your buddy saved you and died himself in so doing, then his courage was not courage, it was love; love as simple as shaving soap. Later, if you have endured a great despair, then you did it alone, getting a transfusion from the fire, picking the scabs off your heart, then wringing it out like a sock. Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, you gave it a back rub and then you covered it with a blanket and after it had slept a while it woke to the wings of the roses and was transformed. Later, when you face old age and its natural conclusion your courage will still be shown in the little ways, each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen, those you love will live in a fever of love, and you'll bargain with the calendar and at the last moment when death opens the back door you'll put on your carpet slippers and stride out. |
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