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Words
A few words for the heavy days. Find one that carries you.
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
Julian of Norwich (c. 1373)
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
This too shall pass.
Nothing endures but change.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. You need only keep going.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
Give things time. Even being still is a way forward.
You don't have to get anything done today. That you're here is enough.
You're not too late, and you're not too little. You're just right.
You have power over your mind — not over outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.
In the midst of winter, I found in me an invincible summer.
This breath is enough. This moment is enough.
Sit down. Drink your tea. The rest can wait.
Be kind — everyone you meet is carrying a heavy load.
And still the earth turns on, gently, unhurried — carrying you, too.
Hope is not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
I am not an optimist — I am a prisoner of hope.
There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.
There is a really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God.
The things we lay on ourselves never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that briefly cover the sun — but all the while, our warmth and brilliance are right here.
Breathing in, I calm my body. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment, I know this is a wonderful moment.
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