“I wanted a perfect ending…Now I’ve learned the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end…[L]ife is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”
“Using another as a means of satisfaction and security is not love. Love is never security; love is a state in which there is no desire to be secure; it is a state of vulnerability.”
“God is voluptuous and delicious.”
“Think of yourself as a radio. When you are tuned in to your Higher Power (HP), it is like having clear reception on a very powerful frequency. It would be great if we could remain tuned in, but a hectic day in the material world causes the tuning dial to drift away. Before you know it, the clear reception has tuned into static.
We try to tune in to HP again, but it may not be so easy to turn the dial. Those who cannot do it have no choice but to tolerate the static. Their stress level goes up as they expend valuable energy to block out the loud and insistent noise.
To turn the dial, experienced cultivators center themselves. They take slow and deep breaths, knowing that the more frantic you are, the less you are able to find the timeless wavelength of their HP. Their inner tranquility causes the metaphysical tuning mechanism to automatically zero in on the right signal. Suddenly, the spiritual antennae bristle with energy, the noise of the static fades away and the only thing that remains is the voice of your HP.
What do you hear when you tune in to your HP? It may be the soundless melodies of nature’s music. It may be the wordless whispers of ancient wisdom. You can listen to the broadcast, or just let it play in the background as an unobtrusive companion for your happy solitude. Enjoy this gift from your HP in your own way.”
“When you are on your path, the universe will conspire to help you.”
–Brene Brown, and pulled from The Alchemist
“Experience and success don’t give you easy passage through the middle space of struggle. They only grant a little grace, a grace that whispers, ‘This is part of the process. Stay the course.’ Experience doesn’t create even a single spark of light in the darkness of the middle space. It only instills in yo a little bit of faith in your ability to navigate the dark. The middle is messy, but it’s also where the magic happens.”
“Why am I here? A moment realized is long gone over, peace comes from those who require not from others.”
“…anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”