Dearest You,
Please:
(1) Go to Google Alerts at http://www.google.com/alerts .
(2) Fill in the blanks as shown below.
Check out what comes into your inbox as you have time to. It will consist of a variety of postings, new writings, ideas, things to contemplate that lead one towards greater understanding of oneself and others, but not limited.
These are writings, thoughts and ideas in which the author have taken the time to think about and write about something and have used the phrase "allow yourself to feel" in their writing as a way to express their idea to others.
Needless to say, but I will, this is a phrase used when one person tries to help another.
There will be some things that you relate to, and some that you do not. That is ok. Those that you don't relate to directly, you may one day, either through your own experience or the trials of another you would be able to lend support to.
We are human beings. We are born, we live and try to figure it out (because it is our nature). We suffer, we suffer, we suffer because we have the need and the ability to feel. But we need not live in the suffering. Feel it, yes, feel it. But allow yourself to feel it, accept it, and open yourself up to feeling that which is good and wonderful too.
We have the opportunity to live fully no matter who we are, no matter where we are.
I believe this. I want this for everyone.
Take wonderful care,
Laughing Down Lonely Canyons
Fear corrodes my dreams tonight and mist has greyed
my hills,
Mountains seem too tall to climb, December winds
are chill.
There's no comfort on the earth, I am a child
abandoned,
Till I feel your hand in mine
And laugh down lonely canyons.
Snow has bent the trees in grief, my summer dreams
are dead,
Flowers are but ghostly stalks, the clouds drift
dull as lead.
There's no solace in the sky, I am a child abandoned,
Till we chase the dancing moon
And laugh down lonely canyons.
Birds have all gone south too soon and frogs refuse to
sing,
Deer lie hidden in the woods, the trout asleep till
spring.
There's no wisdom in the wind, I am a child
abandoned,
Till we race across the fields
And laugh down lonely canyons.
Darkness comes too soon tonight, the trees are silent
scars,
Rivers rage against the rocks and snow conceals the
stars.
There's no music in the air, I am a child abandoned,
Till I feel my hand in yours
And laugh down lonely canyons.
- James Kavanaugh
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"We are meant to have our joy, and find it." - Richard Kobertz
