
Yesterday morning at the end of my 6:30 a.m. yoga class I could not find the planned reading I had saved on my phone. Something else popped up and insisted I read it at the end of Savasana.
In the last week talking with close friends and reading blogs I keep seeing the same themes: uncertainty, fear, anger, frustration, scarcity and acting from wounded places. Me included. This is why I offer this reading as a salve to all of us.
Continue by Maya Angelou
My wish for you Is that you continue
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To be who and how you are To astonish a mean world With your acts of kindness
Continue
To allow humor to lighten the burden Of your tender heart
Continue
In a society dark with cruelty To let the people hear the grandeur Of God in the peals of your laughter
Continue
To let your eloquence Elevate the people to heights They had only imagined
Continue
To remind the people that Each is as good as the other And that no one is beneath Nor above you
Continue
To remember your own young years And look with favor upon the lost And the least and the lonely
Continue
To put the mantle of your protection Around the bodies of The young and defenseless
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To take the hand of the despised And diseased and walk proudly with them In the high street Some might see you and Be encouraged to do likewise
Continue
To plant a public kiss of concern On the cheek of the sick And the aged and infirm And count that as a Natural action to be expected
Continue
To let gratitude be the pillow Upon which you kneel to Say your nightly prayer And let faith be the bridge You build to overcome evil And welcome good
Continue
To ignore no vision Which comes to enlarge your range And increase your spirit
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To dare to love deeply And risk everything For the good thing
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To float Happily in the sea of infinite substance Which set aside riches for you Before you had a name
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And by doing so You and your work Will be able to continue Eternally
Yes, we all are living from wounded places. I see and feel that too. Maya’s words are a soothing balm. Continue I shall.
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NEEDED THIS! Thank yoh fo always showing up wholeheartedly
Liberty A thick and shapeless tree-trunk would never believe that it could become a statue, admired as a miracle of sculpture, and would never submit itself to the chisel of the sculptor, who sees by her genius what she can make of it. (St. Ignatius).
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Beautiful – just beautiful for this Friday morning. Thank you!
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This poem is balm indeed–that we can continue even when there is so much anxiety, fear and frustration. “To let gratitude be the pillow Upon which you kneel to Say your nightly prayer”
Yes. ❤
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Beautiful reminders for some relief from all the painful emotions we’re feeling. Kindness and gratitude are precious healing correctives.
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This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you
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