All difficult things have their origin in that which is easy, and great things in that which is small.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you're only very small and life flows on within you and without you.
It feels like we may have broken through some sort of barrier to an easier place. It feels like we may have started to be better together; different than what has been for the last year.
We are beginning to have moments that seem good. We are beginning to experience small joys and tiny intimacies: a warm and welcoming hug, a genuine smile, a playful swat on the behind, a cocked eyebrow and THAT look, snuggling together in comfort, sex that gives us chills. It is almost scary... we are so aware of how very, very fragile it all is.
It is as if, in finally finding the words to reject the AA model, a very important piece of our lives is reclaimed. It feels as if all the long, grim, miserable months of trying to fit into that weird box are now over and we can breathe again -- live again. Months of feeling that there was no hope; believing that everything was lost; slogging through our days and nights in tandem -- never really touching; alone and broken and grief stricken... all ended. It is like the sun came up for our little family.
It is clear that we are not nearly "all better." There's a lot to do before that is the truth. Now, though, we are not pretending to believe in some sort of voodoo. Now we are clear that the work that lies ahead is ours to do -- and we are beginning to have some sense that the strength to live these days lies within us.