“We
speak before we speak, with eyes and lips, in how we tip our
heads, in how we lean like trees tired of waiting for the sun.
We tell our whole story before we even open our mouths. Yet
we frequently pretend that nothing in conveyed. We pretend we
are strangers and deny what we learn before words.
We
are all made up of yearning and light, searching for a way out,
afraid we will be shut in or cut off or repelled back into the
ground from which we are reaching.
This
is enough to begin: To know, before all the names and histories
drape who we are, that we want to be held and left alone, again
and again; held and left alone until the dance of it is how
we survive and grow, like spring into winter into spring again.”
~from The
Book of Awakening
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