that kind of, sort of feeling of peace
All of this speaks to me, but I love the part about weeping and laughing because we are paying attention~
I’m not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, “For the same reason I laugh so often- because I’m paying attention.” I tell them that we can choose to be perfect and admired or to be real and loved. We must decide. ~Glennon Doyle
did you ever forget how to be? how to love? how to live?
inquiry for today~ when the day feels weepy and drawn in, reach in and open to grace…..what does that feel like to you?
When someone says or does something that I find either obnoxious or unattractive- anything that my ego uses to separate myself from others- if I’m aware of that then I’ll just soften my eyes and fall back into that “something else.” That something else is what…
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