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.

Monday, May 28, 2012


The idea is not to divert sadness, but to give it a context from life other than what is making you sad.  Just as ginger can lose it's bitterness when baked in bread, sadness can be leavened by other life.  When feeling the sharpness of being sad or hurt, it helps to take new things in.  This pours the water of life on the fire of the heart.   Your sadness is the paint.  You must find the canvas.  Mark Nepo

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