We are powerful beyond measure / by Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear
is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are
powerful beyond measure.
Our deepest fear
is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are
powerful beyond measure.
Now I Become Myself Now I become myself. It’s takenTime, many years and places;I have been dissolved and shaken,Worn other people’s faces,Run madly, as if Time were there,Terribly old, crying a warning,“Hurry, you will be dead before—”(What? Before you reach the morning?Or the end of the poem is clear?Or love
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled. Like, telling someone you love them. Or giving your money away, all of it. Your heart is beating, isn’t it? You’re not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly,
If— — By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
“This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal. I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is
You Start Dying Slowly — By Pablo Neruda You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do
Free Year End Practice Toolkit / 2019-2020_PlanningWorksheet_Public_SMorris Each year I take time to reflect and rediscover on the year that’s passing. I’ve practiced some reflection and planning ritual since 1999 and keep refining my approach and process. As well, since 2015 my wife Chris and I run a year-end retreat
In out-of-the-way places of the heart, Where your thoughts never think to wander, This beginning has been quietly forming, Waiting until you were ready to emerge. For a long time it has watched your desire, Feeling the emptiness growing inside you, Noticing how you willed yourself on, Still unable to