Life is not about getting by.
Let’s bring a ceremony to every step!
A glass of champagne and piece of cake to commemorate the triumph of survival.
Each day, another fresh outrage — makes me want to shriek out and shrink back.
Shield my ears and eyes from the wretchedness of tyranny and the consequence of false illusions.
Desperate for an escape … that would only carry me further from all that I cherish.
Sweet life, dear god! Where have you gone?
This season of darkness is so bleak!
It is a misery waiting to be freed from its own ugliness.
Yes, I am horrified. Yes, I am bone-weary.
Love poses a question:
How soft and tender can you be with yourself? With those you adore? And the ones you detest?
This is no time to run away. You are being breathed by the very lungs of transmutation.
Do the work.
Chop wood, carry water.
Roll up your sleeves. Get back in the game.
Dig in deeper.
Switch on the light within. Spark it brighter!
Blaze in the fire of your own integrity.
Tell the truth.
Stand up for honor and dignity and generosity.
You don’t have to do it perfectly.
You are always enough.
More than enough.
You are a treasure.
You are Life itself.
Helen Kerz says
I love this positivity!
Dawn-Dyanna Dhyanna says
Thank you so much, Helen! I am delighted that you appreciated this post.
Sending much love <3