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Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you are bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings. - "Birdwings" by Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi, from The Essential Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/
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