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We Really Lose Everything When Love Is Not Our Truth.

Today I deeply grieve the lost. I feel the fear and the anger and the vast unknowing of how to respond to extremism and terrorism and hate. I feel an uprising of compassion and empathy and helplessness and power. I wonder how I will ever make even the slightest shred of difference. I wonder how ...

wisdom

10 Quotations for Lovers of Words & Lovers of Life.

It is in the words that I find meaning and give meaning. It is inside the words that I birth myself. Inside of the lines I untangle the ways to define and name and understand.

you & me

You Are Not Too Much. You Have Never Been Too Much. You Will Never Be Too Much.

Because out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candle wax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors. And that lover, when ...

you & me

Maybe, Just Maybe, Now You Can Be Still.

That you can stand and look at yourself in a mirror and see your goodness right there, see the worth of what you bring on the surface of your skin, just like I do. That you trust there is brilliance to come. That you own what is yours to own, both the bad and the good. That you do not insist on ...

troublemakers

F*ck Balance, Try Alignment — The Beauty Of Disequilibrium.

What if we agreed to let it all go, with a wild, lusty abandon...

happiness

Blessed Be Your Longing, Your Endless Ache, Your Sharp Crystal Shatter, Your Sea-Glass Heart.

Blessed be your slaughtered dreams and your cynical projection. Blessed be your fire of initiation and your ritual of comfort. Blessed be your secret shame.

Jeanette LeBlanc

We Really Lose Everything When Love Is Not Our Truth.

10 Quotations for Lovers of Words & Lovers of Life.

You Are Not Too Much. You Have Never Been Too Much. You Will Never Be Too Much.

Maybe, Just Maybe, Now You Can Be Still.

F*ck Balance, Try Alignment — The Beauty Of Disequilibrium.

Blessed Be Your Longing, Your Endless Ache, Your Sharp Crystal Shatter, Your Sea-Glass Heart.

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