The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
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"....here's the truth: when we practice being open and vulnerable, blessings flood our lives. Our hearts soar on the freedom of released burden. And soon, we don't have to practice anymore once we've learned to speak from our own meaningful truth. It is the biggest miracle in my life to learn this lesson over and over again. My very own vulnerabilities, once seen as my weaknesses, have turned out to be the greatest strength I've known." -Kelly Rae Roberts
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The Journey
The Journey
By Mary OliverOne 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.
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.
"Women are the primary resource of the planet. They give birth, we come from them. They are mothers, they are visionaries, they are the future. If we can figure out how to make women feel safe and honor women, it would be parallel or equal to honoring life itself."
- Eve Ensler
- Eve Ensler
"IMAGINE A WOMAN WHO FOLLOWS HER CREATIVE IMPULSES.
A WOMAN WHO PRODUCES ORIGINAL CREATIONS.
WHO REFUSES TO COLOR INSIDE SOMEONE ELSE'S LINES."
- PATRICIA LYNN REILLY (IMAGINE A WOMAN)
A WOMAN WHO PRODUCES ORIGINAL CREATIONS.
WHO REFUSES TO COLOR INSIDE SOMEONE ELSE'S LINES."
- PATRICIA LYNN REILLY (IMAGINE A WOMAN)
"IMAGINE A WOMAN WHO FOLLOWS HER CREATIVE IMPULSES.
A WOMAN WHO PRODUCES ORIGINAL CREATIONS.
WHO REFUSES TO COLOR INSIDE SOMEONE ELSE'S LINES."
- PATRICIA LYNN REILLY (IMAGINE A WOMAN)
A WOMAN WHO PRODUCES ORIGINAL CREATIONS.
WHO REFUSES TO COLOR INSIDE SOMEONE ELSE'S LINES."
- PATRICIA LYNN REILLY (IMAGINE A WOMAN)
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