WHY I WAKE EARLY
Mary Oliver
WHY I WAKE EARLY
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At the Edge of Grief, Love Appears.
There is a quiet place within us, beyond understanding, where grief widens into something vast— and love, without form or name, is revealed.
Trying to Speak What Has No Shape.
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.
Bioenergetic Integration III
In the deeper forms of experiential healing, memory is not recalled primarily through thought. More often, it returns through the body itself.
Grief in Motion
We often hear the phrase “hurt people hurt people.” But it is not always so simple.