Thoughts on my grandmothers passing
I want to bring your attention to the fact that grief is itself a form of loving. Of course we grieve when we experience loss, but within the experience of grieving loss, there is love. After all, we grieve for what we love, and part of love is letting go. Even letting go can be an expression of your love. To let go is as much an expression of love
... See moreAdyashanti • Sacred Inquiry: Questions That Can Transform Your Life
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
David Eagleman • Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
who will tell her story?
This is what it feels like
pretty much this
Being human is not hard because you're doing it wrong, it's hard because you're doing it right. You will never change the fact that being human is hard, so you must change your idea that it was ever supposed to be easy
Glennon Doyle • Untamed by Glennon Doyle
... See more“While grief may look like an expression of pain that serves no purpose, it is actually the soul’s acknowledgment of what we value. Grief is the honour we pay to that which is dear to us. And it is only through the connection to what we cherish that we can know how to move forward. In this way, grief is motion.”
– Toko-pa Turner “Belonging:
I’ve known two versions of myself—the Lauren I was for 26 years and the woman I became after my mother died. I would never be the same after experiencing such a catastrophic loss. How could I be, after seeing her lifeless body being carried down the hallway of our local hospice? The death of her was the rebirth of me.
I know two versions of myself
our lives, thanks to their finitude, are inevitably full of activities that we’re doing for the very last time. Just as there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son—a thought that appalls me, but one that’s hard to deny, since I surely won’t be doing it when he’s thirty—there will be a last time that you visit your childhood home, or... See more
Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
“All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory-what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a... See more