gently does it
Open the passage,
lay down the struggle
and lean into Beauty
the tangles to
their weary dance
fall to ground
back to Love
Let Her have her way with you….
~ Flora Aube
You are turned wraith. Your supple, flitting hands,
As formless as the night wind’s moan,
Beckon across the years, and your heart’s pain
Fades surely as a stainèd stone.
And yet you will not let me rest, crying
And calling down the night to me
A thing that when your body moved and glowed,
Living, you could not make me see.
Lean down your homely, mist-encircled head
Close, close above my human ear,
And tell me what of pain among the dead—
Tell me, and I will try to hear.
To Jake by Eunice Tietjens
Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt, or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet, I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world. I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted and not left alone. I doubt, I am uncertain, I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.
Lauren Winner, Still
You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.
— Mandy Hale