Even after all this time The sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me."
Look what happens with A love like that, It lights the Whole Sky
My mama's heart is strong, kind, learned, compassionate, loving, resilient. This heart that she follows has led her through the deepest grief and some of the most expansive joy. She never shies away from learning how to navigate the complexities of the heart so that she can share her hard earned lessons with those who are struggling with their own questions. Her heart guides her in her daily life, in her meditation, in her work, truly, it guides her always...and I am so grateful that I am able to experience the love that she brings to this world to share.
Day 17 ~ That she reads to me in the neverending godawful holiday traffic...
“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you." ~Anne Lamott
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.