lannewise:
“Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
lannewise:
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars. Whitman
lannewise:
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us
lannewise:
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
lannewise:
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. O'Donohue
lannewise:
There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind... M Albom
