You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song that sings you.
Sue Monk KiddRead
I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.
Interpretation
This quote explores the deep connection between our physical sensations and our inner knowing.
In this quote, Sue Monk Kidd reflects on the body's innate ability to sense and respond to emotions and truths before the mind has a chance to consciously understand them. It highlights the idea that our physical experiences can provide profound insights about our inner states, suggesting that we should pay attention to these bodily sensations as they may reveal wisdom that our rational thoughts have yet to comprehend.
In practice
During a wellness workshop, this quote could inspire participants to tune into their bodily sensations.
You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song that sings you.
Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.
I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?
I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.
Where do you come from?"...This is the number one most-asked question in all of South Carolina. We want to know if you are one of us, if your cousin knows our cousin, if your little sister went to school with our big brother, if you go to the same Baptist church as our ex-boss. We are looking for ways our stories fit together.
Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out. A whole chorus of voices. Orphaned voices. They seemed to speak for all the unlived parts of me, and they came with a force and dazzle that I couldn't contain. They seemed to explode the boundaries of my existence. I know now that they were the clamor of a new self struggling to be born.
You don't have to wear a label to be important.
It's not enough merely to exist. Every man has to seek in his own way to make his own self more noble and to relize his own true worth.
Every human brain is both a broadcasting and receiving station for the vibration of thought.
Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.
The is always much to be said for not attempting more than you can do and for making a certainty of what you try. But this principle, like others in life and war, has it exceptions.
Perfectionism spells paralysis.
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