“The lover never despairs
For a committed heart
everything is possible”
Rumi

What is it to remind people of the pain they fear by squarely facing your own?

What is it to love someone beyond the limit of their self-love and watch them turn and walk away?

Our love is only as safe as the tender skills of our lovers to love themselves are developed.

Unbounded living begins with that embrace. The profound joy of existence starts with us, the one we’re always with.

We are the best we’ve got. Better learn to be our full, exquisite selves. No other reason to be here, really. For not until we reach that free, present, loving place can we truly be loved, nor can we give the gifts each of us is here to give.

Here’s to healing ourselves.
With a nod of delight to the world, let the real work begin.

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