I sent this quote to my daughter, with no real hope that she'll see it, and thought that some of you might enjoy it:
"It's never too late to be who you might have been."
Terri says: I ran across this and it has helped me. Maybe it will help you as well.
To "let go" does not mean to stop caring; it means I can't do it for someone else.
To "let go" is not to cut myself off; it's the realization I can't control another.
To "let go" is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To "let go" is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another, it's to make the most of myself.
To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.
To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes but to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To "let go" is not to be protective; it's to permit another to face reality.
To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.
To "let go" is not to nag, scold or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To "let go" is not to criticize or regulate anybody, but to try and become what I dream I can be."
To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
To "let go" is to fear less and love more.
Thank you, Terri ~ Cheryl
♥ We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home. ♥ ~ Aboriginal Proverb
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Sorrow prepares you for joy.
It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upong the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness,
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable."
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (1923)
On the day when the weight deadens
on your shoulders and you stumble,
may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes freeze behind
the grey window and the ghost of
loss gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green, and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak to mind your life.”
― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
You drew a circle that shut me out:
Guilt the reason, shame the clout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took you in.
paraphrase of "Outwitted" by Edwin Markham
Some day, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity,
we will harness the energies of
for the second time in the history of the world, humandkind will have
Teilhard de Chardin
On its way through the innocent night,
The moth is ambushed by the light,
Becomes glued to a window
Where a candle burns;
Its whole self, its
Dreams of flight and all desire
Trapped in one glazed gaze;
Now nothing else can satisfy
But the deadly beauty of flame.
When you lose the feel for all other belonging
And what is truly near becomes distant and ghostly,
And you are visited and claimed by a simplicity
Sinister in its singularity,
No longer yourself,
Your mind and will owned and steered
From elsewhere now,
You would sacrifice anything to dance once more
To the haunted music with your fatal beloved,
Who owns the eyes of your heart.
These words of blessing cannot reach,
Even as echoes,
To the shore where you are,
Yet may they they work without you
To soften some slight line through
To the white cave
Where your soul is captive.
May some glimmer of outside light reach
To help you recognize how you have fallen for a Vampire.
May you crash hard and soon onto real ground again
Where this fundamentalist shell
Might start to crack
For you to hear again: your own echo.
That your lost lonesome heart
Might learn to cry out for the
True intimacy of love that waits
To take you home
To where you are known and seen
And where your life is treasured
Beyond every frontier of despair
You have crossed.
To Bless the Space
Between Us: A Book of Blessings
by John O'Donohue