A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly, not whole and not healed.
When we hid the wound, we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
~ Robert Bly
from Stealing Sugar from the Castle
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Lynn Ungar – The Way It Is
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The Way It Is by Lynn Ungar One morning you might wake up to realize that
the knot in your stomach had loosened itself and slipped away, and that the
pit o...
20 hours ago
1 comments:
So many wounded; our own wounds and the knock-on potential of those protective shells make open-heartedness an act of will and courage.
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