i have a daughter named Thankful Sage..i love the smell of dirt, beeswax and burning leaves..i left my heart in the woods and i am always looking at the night sky..i love steel cut oatmeal and covered bridges, the taste of sweet dreams tea and crushing dried locust shells..i can no longer do cartwheels, i am learning to knit, i love cutting grass and pulling weeds, and i have my grandmothers loom almost set up.. i cant wait to teach my girl about herbs, i have a antique, soap and botanical shop..i am a soapmaker and an herb grower and a beekeeper..i make a mean latte..i love daisies, lambs ear and buttercups... i love being a mother..my favorite color is french gray and the best word is 'wonderful'...
“I love people. I love my family, my children... but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that’s where I renew my springs so they never dry up.”
"What Grace to see that the very thing that looked so heavy in the world of form, the very thing that seemed to be limiting me on all sides, that very thing is the doorway into the formless and into who I am beyond form. What grace to see that ultimately they are one. Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. They are one."
Whenever, I am struggling, fearful, anxious, and lonely about the situations in my life; I remember my "form" (my body) with all its drama, is just what it is: a body. And I take my body too seriously in relation to other bodies with accompanying drama. We are greater- deeper than our form...and pain and struggle can be the opening to something more fulfilling. I have to remind myself of this often.
Every time I feel this way(above), I find myself renewing my hope, if not outwardly, then inwardly. Inside is the core of the beginning.
ReplyDeleteIf I could quote Eckhart Tolle:
ReplyDelete"What Grace to see that the very thing that looked so heavy in the world of form, the very thing that seemed to be limiting me on all sides, that very thing is the doorway into the formless and into who I am beyond form. What grace to see that ultimately they are one. Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. They are one."
Whenever, I am struggling, fearful, anxious, and lonely about the situations in my life; I remember my "form" (my body) with all its drama, is just what it is: a body. And I take my body too seriously in relation to other bodies with accompanying drama. We are greater- deeper than our form...and pain and struggle can be the opening to something more fulfilling. I have to remind myself of this often.
beautiful!
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