Category Archives: HEALING

How could something so simple, Inspire so very much, Each time I’m in the hammock, I heal again to love.

 

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“The word hammockable (describing two trees that are the perfect distance apart between which a hammock can be hung) is not in the dictionary, but it should be. [Of lying in hammocks]” 


― Dan KieranThe Book of Idle Pleasures

A cup of tea would restore my normality. Douglas Adams

 

 

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 15 September 1928,

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I don’t want tea,” said Clary, with muffled force. “I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them.”
“Unfortunately,” said Hodge, “we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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   Lee Emmett, Australia
 
HIGH TEA

‘give me beverage,’ says mrs average
‘make mine green tea,’ responds mcphee
‘coffee’s my drink,’ asserts dolly pink
‘fuchsia and lemon,’ quips jack devon
‘who wants apple cake?’ asks lambert lake
‘or strawberry jam tart?’ adds doris dart
‘scones and cream cheese,’ mad simon pleads
‘chocolate meringue,’ smiles su-lin chang

 

http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=121885

I have never yet met a healthy person who worried very much about his health, or a really good person who worried much about his own soul. John B. S. Haldane

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Place Your Healing Touch In My Hands 

Unknown Author 

Help me as I care  for my patients today, 
Be there with me, 
O Lord, I pray 
Make my words kind   
it means so much
And in my hands place 
Your healing touch 
Let your love shine  through all that I do, 
So those in need  may hear and feel You. 

http://www.nursesareangels.com/nursing_poems.htm

I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work fifteen and sixteen hours a day. I saw him once literally bleed from the bottoms of his feet, a man who came here uneducated, alone, unable to speak the language, who taught me all I needed to know about faith and hard work by the simple eloquence of his example.” Mario Cuomo 

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As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others. Audrey Hepburn

Just when the caterpillar thought its life was over, it became a butterfly

http://proverbsway.com/tag/inspiration-quotes-about-butterflies/

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Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.

~Drew Barrymore

Talking about Zen all the time is like looking for fish tracks in a dry riverbed. Wu-Tzu

http://www.livinglifefully.com/zensayings.htm

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Please Call Me by My True Names

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow –even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch,to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,learning to sing in my new nest,to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,to fear and to hope.The rhythm of my heart is the birth and deathof all that is alive.I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river.And I am the birdthat swoops down to swallow the mayfly.I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond.And I am the grass-snakethat silently feeds itself on the frog.I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.And I am the arms merchant,selling deadly weapons to Uganda.I am the twelve-year-old girl,refugee on a small boat,who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate.And I am the pirate,my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.I am a member of the politburo,with plenty of power in my hands.And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.My joy is like Spring, so warmit makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.My pain is like a river of tears,so vast it fills the four oceans.Please call me by my true names,so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,so I can see that my joy and pain are one.Please call me by my true names,so I can wake up,and so the door of my heart can be left open,the door of compassion.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.”

Alexander McCall Smith, The Miracle at Speedy Motors

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The best thing about tea, above everything else, is that it lubricates the grey matter.

Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

– Albert Schweitzer

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“The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the day
Spills over buildings into the streets where orphans play
And only You can see the good in broken things
You took my heart of stone, and You made it home
And set this prisoner free”

― Bethany Dillon

Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound. ”

― Sara Zarr, Story of a Girl

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“Just for the sake of amusement, ask each passenger to tell you his story, and if you find a single one who hasn’t often cursed his life, who hasn’t told himself he’s the most miserable man in the world, you can throw me overboard head first.”

― Voltaire, Candide

Healing requires from us to stop struggling, but to enjoy life more and endure it less.”

– Darina Stoyanova

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“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”

― Brian Jacques, Taggerung

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”

― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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To desire nothing beyond what you have is surely happiness. Aboard a boat, it is frequently possible to achieve just that.
That is why sailing is a way of life, one of the finest of lives.

Carleton Mitchell

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950), Letters

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“Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness

– Erich Fromm

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Real grief is not healed by time.
If time does anything, it deepens our grief.
The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who she was for us,
and the more intimately we experience what her love meant to us.
Real, deep love is, as you know, very unobtrusive,
seemingly easy and obvious, and so present that we take it for granted.
Therefore, it is only in retrospect—or better, in memory—
that we fully realize its power and depth.
Yes, indeed, love often makes itself visible in pain.

~ Henri Nouwen

 

Count not what is lost, but what is left.

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“If someone is not treating you with love and respect, it is a gift if they walk away from you. If that person doesn’t walk away, you will surely endure many years of suffering with him or her. Walking away may hurt for a while, but your heart will eventually heal. Then you can choose what you really want. You will find that you don’t need to trust others as much as you need to trust yourself to make the right choices.”

― Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom

“Chaos is impatient. It’s random. And above all it’s selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.”

― Rick Riordan, The Throne of Fire

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“The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well.” He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. “I’d forgotten that you see. Coming back to life … It hurts.”
― Tessa Dare, Twice Tempted by a Rogue

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Laurie Halse Anderson

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“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

Frank Herbert, Dune

Cicadas can’t vibrate their wings when the humidity is very high, so may be silent when rain is approaching. Flying insects are more active when the air pressure drops and stay closer to the ground, so they seem to be swarming before a rain storm.

http://www.wxdude.com/proverb.html

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"The fakir upon his bed of nails is happier than is that
Toughness of hide could blunt more ills,
Than can be dodged or fought,
The lesson is well taught.
And happiness, pivoted elate
On peace of mind, health, sleep,
Food kindered, good support like that
Knows to where wounds can creep
Or suddenly sink deep.
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Robert D Fitzgerald.  “Glad World”

I’m a friend to all people, the lover of souls. It is I who first made you and will remake you whole.

Aboriginal poems and poetry

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Through the valleys, softly creeping

‘Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed,

see the cloud-forms seeking, peeping

For the loved ones that are lost.

Not for storm or sunshine resting,

Will they slacken or desist,

Or grow weary in their questing

For the children of the mist.

John Sandes.

http://australianpoems.tripod.com/childrenofthemist.html

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