aņa delovejevna (![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} deloveja_kundze) rakstīja,@ 2014-09-25 10:13:00 |
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rīta FB apgaitas labākais atradums; yes, a thousand times yes.
When we are young, it’s the illusion of perfection that we fall in love with. As we age, it’s the humanness that we fall in love with- the poignant stories of overcoming, the depthful vulnerability of aging, the struggles that grew us in karmic stature, the way a soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances. With less energy to hold up our armor, we are revealed and, in the revealing, we call out to each other’s hearts. Where before wounds turned us off, they are now revealed as proof that God exists. Where we once saw imperfect scars, we now see evidence of a life fully lived. (~an excerpt from 'Love it Forward')
jeb tā pati doma, atkal un atkal, no written on the body.
