Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
LUCY MARY BALLIts natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
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She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.
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Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.
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She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.
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The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
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Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.
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She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.
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She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.
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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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