This is all so brilliant! And so real. The pain and the joy (in this realm) don’t make room for each other until we embrace them both without clinging to either!
You post is like Rumi meets surgery center galactic unit 101
The invited guest that only leaves when you welcome it
The one we get addicted to when it really wants to go!
Your words land like stardust, like echoes of something both ancient and inevitable. Yes - pain and joy, those restless travelers, only find peace when we stop resisting their passage.
Rumi meets surgery center galactic unit 101... what a vision! Precision and poetry, surrender and scalpel. You see the dance.
And oh, the guest… always lingering at the threshold, waiting for the right kind of welcome. Some visitors leave only when truly seen. Some we try to keep, though they were never meant to stay.
Thank you for seeing, for feeling, for naming what often slips through the cracks of language. 💫💙
May all that is meant to go, blow away like an effortless milkweed in the wind <3 <3 <3 Lots of love and thanks again for sharing your wisdom, Sister! <3
Brilliant! Pain can absolutely be your biggest teacher that is for sure. The neck pain definitely makes sense when you are literally carrying the weight of the world! I can absolutely understand that too well! Thank you for this insight!
Lots to learn here and some handy first aid tips for managing my aches away. Thank you, Dea! ✨
Thank you Trudi, for your Presence, Love and Nobleness. So inspiring to share with you...
My pleasure. Your work resonates completely. ✨
This is all so brilliant! And so real. The pain and the joy (in this realm) don’t make room for each other until we embrace them both without clinging to either!
You post is like Rumi meets surgery center galactic unit 101
The invited guest that only leaves when you welcome it
The one we get addicted to when it really wants to go!
Your words land like stardust, like echoes of something both ancient and inevitable. Yes - pain and joy, those restless travelers, only find peace when we stop resisting their passage.
Rumi meets surgery center galactic unit 101... what a vision! Precision and poetry, surrender and scalpel. You see the dance.
And oh, the guest… always lingering at the threshold, waiting for the right kind of welcome. Some visitors leave only when truly seen. Some we try to keep, though they were never meant to stay.
Thank you for seeing, for feeling, for naming what often slips through the cracks of language. 💫💙
On the table with Rumi :)
May all that is meant to stay blossom
May all that is meant to go, blow away like an effortless milkweed in the wind <3 <3 <3 Lots of love and thanks again for sharing your wisdom, Sister! <3
Brilliant! Pain can absolutely be your biggest teacher that is for sure. The neck pain definitely makes sense when you are literally carrying the weight of the world! I can absolutely understand that too well! Thank you for this insight!