Our real journey in life is interior; it is a matter of growth, deepening, and of an ever greater surrender to the creative action of love and grace in our hearts…..Thomas Merton

there’s never been a better time to seep into the cracks of the heart…….life keeps moving toward an infinite grace….we just have to keep up…..

Just as a novelist turns his anxiety into a story in order to be able to control it to a degree, so a sick person can make a story, a narrative, out of his illness as a way of trying to detoxify it. In the beginning I invented mininarratives. Metaphor was one of my symptoms. I saw my illness a visit to a disturbed country, rather like contemporary China. I imagined it as a love affair with a demented woman who demanded things I had never done before. I thought of it as a lecture I was about to give to an immense audience on a subject that had not been specified. Having cancer was like moving from a cozy old Dickensian house crammed with antiques, deep sofas, snug corners, and fireplaces to a brand-new one that was all windows, skylights, and tubular furniture….Anatole Broyard

we can’t turn away now

Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you. And don’t think for a moment that you’re the one healing yourself….Rumi