Everything we are given or learn or possess in any real sense - - the ability to play Beethoven sonata, write books, understand the principles of physics – is intended for one thing: to draw us closer to our selves.
Phyllis TherouxTags: intention
I can feel my heart growing daily, which has its uncomfortable aspects, as if it could fall with the weight of love and break.
Phyllis TherouxReal love opens doors to something larger than oneself.
Phyllis TherouxChildren are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.
Phyllis TherouxTags: imagination children grandiosity
There were times, in the beginning, when I used my journal as a wailing wall, but I learned not to immortalize the darkness. Rereading it was counterproductive. What I needed was a place in which to collect the light.
Phyllis TherouxTags: writing hope darkness light journal
My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.
Phyllis TherouxWriting is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner.
Phyllis TherouxTags: writing spirituality
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