I am a collector of words

Words feed me, free me, comfort, uplift and heal me. I've been saving my favorites in books, handwritten over the years and thought that perhaps in sharing them, not only am I preserving them for myself, but perhaps others may also find healing in them as I have.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Dark Night of the Soul

"The dark night may be a kind of dying.  It washes out a cluttered life.   Think of your dark night as a pruning of your tree of life."  Thomas Moore

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