• The realm of the soul is the realm of dreams, of creativity, of emotion, and the true spark of life in every life.
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    Dreams show us how to find a meaning in our lives, how to fulfill our own destiny, how to realize the greater potential of life within us.
    Marie Louise von Franz

    We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.
    Carl Jung

    Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.
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It is in the dark when we need the keenest eyes.

I find the dog a boon and we walk and walk and walk. She gets exercise, and I get a lift. Taking a camera out for pictures makes me see the beauty of my world. When I first lived overseas and was homesick, I would write a letter filled with all the feelings roiling inside of me. No letter got mailed; they were my release and sometimes a revelation.


Reading this post reminded me of some of the reasons I keep coming back here, Christine.


"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times’ waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night.
And weep afresh love’s long-since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight.
Then can I grieve at grievance foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end." Sonnet XXX, the Bard


Thanks, Nancy. :)) And thanks for all these comments, it's so good to hear what others find inspiring! Children's laughter, oh yes, what wonderful magic there is in children's laughter. Music, how could I have forgotten music!? And writing too... cripes, why is it so hard for me to even remember what feeds my soul when I'm in the darkest places?

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