Sometimes, I believe, my witnessing life…to be just me. The obvious… The oblivion…The hate before love. Appearing as if…a lost item in the woods. Something that no one else can see. Domesticated shows itself as…relative. The tamed and knowledgeable depleting understanding and wise.
It is as clear a thought… as a walk among the wild things. Something only the beastly and I…can see.
RandomwordbyRuth
We can practice humility:
To speak as little as possible of one’s self.
To mind one’s own business.
Not to want to manage other people’s affairs.
To avoid curiosity.
To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.
To pass over the mistakes of others.
To accept insults and injuries.
To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.
To be kind and gentle even under provocation.
Never to stand on one’s dignity.
Mother Teresa, A Guide to Daily Living
Very well written my friend 💓
I know you must see what I do! The diminishing world seems to be less apparent to those around us.
It REALLY is. Don’t get me started! I think the two of us are very alike in that perspective and it is extremely hard to fathom isn’t it? xo
Hard to believe the ‘power of love’ has yet to overcome..’.the love of power.’ Makes me want to go further off the grid.
Ah well put well put I couldn’t agree more – can I follow you off the grid please? xo