From Her mouth

[hypatia42]

Do you know the story of my birth?

I was born on the waves of grief.
Washed ashore to bring beauty and love because they bring comfort.
You must cry. I need your tears, for without their saltwater I cannot be born.
You cannot truly know me until you know grief.

Much thanks to Pad macLynne for having a journal to write this down in before it went away

She also apparently feels that passion and compassion are the same thing. They mean no difference in Her mind. Interesting perspective that.

Assignment: Have love in your heart and give love without being attached to an outcome. Less heartache and more possibilities arise when you can manage this.

Comments

[eolas16.livejournal.com]

The Assignment is excellent. I concur.

[ixtli-awakening.livejournal.com]

thank you for posting this. She, and what She said, has been on my mind heavily since then.

[sleepymaggie.livejournal.com]

Thank you

[sequoiamanoch.livejournal.com]

this is beautiful. thank you!

[sherwood21.livejournal.com]

This. This is why you're an artist. Beauty comes out of your head.

[welshbard.livejournal.com]

I love this. Thank you for writing it down and sharing it.

[padmaclynne.livejournal.com]

i am very glad i had the journal as well.

[siriciryon.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I like attachment.
Working at it.

Wow

[otterdancing.livejournal.com]

"You cannot truly know me until you know grief."

yep.

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

What I chose for my sacrifice at the Fire of Venus at FSA Beltane was ... tears. :-)