Devotional blog dedicated to the Goddess Sigyn offering support to those who are "holding the bowl" within difficult relationships.
The thing about life is that you must survive. Life is going to be difficult, and dreadful things will happen. What you do is move along, get on with it, and be tough. Not in the sense of being mean to others, but being tough with yourself and making a deadly effort not to be defeated.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
The thing about life is that you must survive. Life is going to be difficult, and dreadful things will happen. What you do is move along, get on with it, and be tough. Not in the sense of being mean to others, but being tough with yourself and making a deadly effort not to be defeated.
PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN THAT LAST ONE FOREAL
HEY
it’s okay I know everybody forgets Meet The Robinsons so I got your back
I think we’re forgetting someone:
Utterly brilliant disability quotes from Stella Young
There are 14 more here >
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-12-08/17-things-stella-young-wanted-you-to-know/5950814
Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.
A relationship without trust is like a car without gas. You can stay in it all you want, but it won’t go anywhere.
Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.
Of all the lies we are told about love and loss—of joy and suffering; the greatest untruth is how any of it, is ever at all, within your control.
That we go numb along the way is to be expected. Even the bravest among us, who give their lives to care for others, go numb with fatigue, when the heart can take in no more…. Perhaps the noblest private act is the unheralded effort to return: to open our hearts once they’ve closed.’
Holding the Bowl 