“Time itself does not “console,” as people say superficially; at best it assigns things to their proper place and creates an order.”
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
“1 de enero
Que este año me sea dado vivir en mí y no fantasear ni ser otras, que me sea dado ponerme buena y no buscar lo imposible sino la magia y extrañeza de este mundo que habito. Que me sean dados los deseos de vivir y conocer el mundo. Que me sea dado el interesarme por este mundo.”
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Que este año me sea dado vivir en mí y no fantasear ni ser otras, que me sea dado ponerme buena y no buscar lo imposible sino la magia y extrañeza de este mundo que habito. Que me sean dados los deseos de vivir y conocer el mundo. Que me sea dado el interesarme por este mundo.”
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“The weight of this unexplained and perhaps greatest event, which only due to a misunder- standing has gained the reputation of being arbitrary and cruel, presses us (I think increasingly) more evenly and more deeply into life and places the utmost obligations on our slowly growing strengths,”
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
“The loss that now casts its deep shadow over you is also a task to endure and a matter of coming to terms with all of the suffering that may befall us—for once the mother leaves us, we lose all protection. You have to undergo the terrible process of becoming more resilient. But in return... (and you have also begun to feel this already) in return the power of protection now becomes yours, and all the gentleness which until now you had been able to receive will blossom more and more inside of you into your new capacity to share it as something—inherited and acquired unspeakably, at the deepest price—of your own.”
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
― The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
“And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist, beautiful one. I am happy to have flung myself without fear into your beauty just as a bird flings itself into space. I am happy, dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms.”
― The Dark Interval: Letters for the Grieving Heart
― The Dark Interval: Letters for the Grieving Heart
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