Thank you for this beautiful sharing, I am sending balm for your tender heart. I too collected sea glass hearts when I lived by the ocean and they always came at moments when I really needed to know things were going to be ok. I keep them by my bed now I lie in the mountains.
Thank you, Sarah. Beautiful piece. I loved this: “It’s a practice of patience and slowing. Of getting close to the ground, of letting your eyes adjust, then softly, softly allowing what’s already there to begin to emerge.” Xo
Tender is the heart
I feel its strength
and sorrow
Thank you for this beautiful sharing, I am sending balm for your tender heart. I too collected sea glass hearts when I lived by the ocean and they always came at moments when I really needed to know things were going to be ok. I keep them by my bed now I lie in the mountains.
Here is a favourite poem of mine by Hafez:
TRIPPING OVER JOY
What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”
Whereas, my dear, I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.
oh Susannah, thank you for sharing this poem ~ it's new to me, but one I'm going to hold close to my heart ♥️
Thank you for the lovely invitation to share!
Thank you, Sarah. Beautiful piece. I loved this: “It’s a practice of patience and slowing. Of getting close to the ground, of letting your eyes adjust, then softly, softly allowing what’s already there to begin to emerge.” Xo
thank you dina 💛💛
so much empty
i don't completely understand how her passing has just gutted me but it's like i feel it in my bones ~ so many touchstones to hold close.