Abbey, this is so heartbreakingly beautiful and true. Our beloved ones are also mirrors to us, and that is that that causes us to lash out at them: we see our own transgressions, weaknesses, shortfalls reflected back at us. But yes, when we look into their eyes we have the opportunity to see their real light . . .
Abbey, this is so heartbreakingly beautiful and true. Our beloved ones are also mirrors to us, and that is that that causes us to lash out at them: we see our own transgressions, weaknesses, shortfalls reflected back at us. But yes, when we look into their eyes we have the opportunity to see their real light . . .
I will read this again, slowly.
It’s a lesson I have to reread myself. Over and over again.
This is so helpful. Thank you.
This is one of the most beautiful essays I’ve ever read. What is the Weil essay called?
This re-imagining of gravity (gravitas?) as “a weighty humility” gives a dignity to our wrestlings. Thank you.
You’re so welcome!
A deeply moving contemplation of letting go and laying it down.
Thank you! : D