Quotes About Renewal

following spring to find himself a

But sometimes she had found time to be alone, to seek peace, to seek the remnants of herself.

It may not be finished between us after all, Christina. It may be just beginning.

I was dead for ten years, my love, and you brought life back to me in one.

Estuve muerto durante diez años, mi amor, y me has devuelto la vida en sólo un año.

She wondered how possible it was going to be to start a new life.

The second Morgan son, Rick, had changed in more ways than Deke could count since he'd been shot six months ago. He'd taken medical leave and gone back to school. "Near death experiences," he'd said, "have a way of lining up all the stray ducks in your life.

Cleansing our emotional poison is a simple process. All it takes is the thought of love and our breath. We hold the wound in our mind briefly. Then we breathe deliberately while thinking of the word love. We can apply this cleansing routine to old wounds and new ones. When we clean a wound, it heals itself. We cannot clean a wound by sharing the poison with someone else. Such an action increases the poison.

Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.

They feed us the way the bread of communion does, with a nourishment that seems to form new flesh. According

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.

Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to save my life a little.

You too can be carved anew by the details of your devotion.

At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

All morning it has been raining. In the language of the garden, this is happiness.

When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars and I was covered with blossoms.

Over and over in the butterfly we see the idea of transcendence. In the forest we see not the inert but the aspiring. In water that departs forever and forever returns, we experience eternity.

to be absent from the world and alive, again, in another...

The water, that circle of shattered glass, healed itself with a slow whisper and lay back

Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. But isn't the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?

Sleep comes its little while. Then I wake in the valley of midnight or three a.m. to the first fragrances of spring which is coming, all by itself, no matter what.