The Salt Eaters

Got to give it all up, the pain, the hurt, the anger and make room for lovely things to rush in and fill you full.

Then the silence. A whole generation silent

She would not break her discipline to comfort herself in a shallow way. Would no more break discipline with her Self than she would her covenant with God.

Take away the miseries and you take away some folks’ reason for living. Their conversation piece anyway.

"I’m available to any and every adventure of the human breath.”

Then M’Dear Sophie always said, “Find meaning where you’re put, Vee.” So she exhaled deeply and tried to relax and stick it out and pay attention.”

Silence. Stillness. To give her soul a chance to attend its own affairs at its own level.

So used to being unwhole and unwell, one forgot what it was to walk upright and see clearly, breathe easily, think better than was taught, be better than one was programmed to believe—so concentration was necessary to help a neighbor experience the best of herself or himself. For people sometimes believed that it was safer to live with complaints, was necessary to cooperate with grief, was all right to become an accomplice in self-ambush.

“Keep the focus on the action not the institution; don’t confuse the vehicle with the objective; all cocoons are temporary and disappear”