I WISH I KNEW BACK THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW
We cannot know something until it has been given us to know, wrapped in the tapestry of our destiny in this lifetime.
We cannot know something until it has been given us to know, wrapped in the tapestry of our destiny in this lifetime.
There is a quiet place within us, beyond understanding, where grief widens into something vast— and love, without form or name, is revealed.
Silence is not the absence of music. It is music before it becomes sound. And so nothing is added. Nothing is adorned. The experience remains plain, whole, sufficient, and all love is conveyed.
In the deeper forms of experiential healing, memory is not recalled primarily through thought. More often, it returns through the body itself.
We often hear the phrase “hurt people hurt people.” But it is not always so simple.