“Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm” Unknown
And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears. Kahlil Gibran
What is this about?
I have thought of this a lot…put a lot of random thoughts down on paper, in emails not to mention the constant voice in my head:) So this is my blurb sheet of mindless musing so I can keep my sanity – this is my search for the cup of serenity in life’s daily storms – assuming serenity is out there…in a cup:)