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i am thankful for any small love that has ever graced my life
by LARAM
For the sake of your mental health, choose people who communicate, take accountability, and treat your heart with care.
This is a reminder to celebrate the small victories. Healing doesn't tend to look like massive improvement all at once. Just slow, grueling implementations of baby steps that can sometimes feel like they should be easy. But when the work is constant and the disorder is deeply ingrained, ease can never be taken for granted. Make sure you take time to appreciate everything you've accomplished. Make space for self-love, for appreciation of all your hard work, and for joy wherever you can find it.
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Mazes and Labyrinths (1922) by W. H. Matthews
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
—Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things,” Collected Poems 1957-1982 (Counterpoint, 1985)
“I am interested in building a society in which creativity is a mass condition and not a gift reserved to the happy few, even if half of them are women. Our story at present is that of thousands of women who are agonizing over the book, the painting, or the music they can never finish, or cannot even begin, because they have neither the time nor money. We must also broaden our conception of what it means to be creative. At its best, one of the most creative activities is being involved in a struggle with other people, breaking out of our isolation, seeing our relations with others change, discovering new dimensions in our lives.”
— Revolution at Point Zero: Housework, Reproduction, and Feminist Struggle by Silvia Federici, 1984
all i can do is keep putting love into the universe