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From Her mouth
May. 13th, 2009 01:00 pmDo 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.
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.
