Morvrun ☁Oneiromancer☁

“The pain does grow less acute, but the insidious palace lie that we will get over crushing losses means that our emotional GPS can never find true north, as it is based on maps that no longer mention the most important places we have been to. Pretending that things are nicely boxed up and put away robs us of great riches.”
― Anne Lamott, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair

“His shoulders sag in defeat, as if he’s about to hand over his soul to me. “Do you not have any idea what you mean to me, Wren?” “I thought I did. I was certain I could pull you from that dark place inside your head. But I’m not strong enough. You and I seem to be of the same thread. Infected with the same evil that damaged us.” “I knew exactly what I was doing last night. I didn’t do it for pleasure, or some morbid form of entertainment. I did it for you. Because he hurt you. And your pain is my pain.”
― Keri Lake, Juniper Unraveling

“In our culture we dress up these megachurch pastors in these little suits, with their “education” and their ability to vaguely pontificate, and we think those people best emulate the Jesus of today. Whereas the image of Jesus of today and tomorrow and yesterday is really the Houston Flakes—the broken and the battered, the Peters and the Pauls, the Thomases, the persecuted. Servitude that transcends. Not pastors in castles.”
― Alan Graham, Welcome Homeless: One Man's Journey of Discovering the Meaning of Home

“By the age of five, I believed I was a child born of sun-lit Earth and deep blue sky. When I looked at my skin, I saw the color of dry land in Southern California and the Southwest. And when I looked at my veins, it seemed that sky flowed in them. I believed I was made of sky and of land. That was what anchored the child-me.”
― Lauret Savoy