It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.

May Sarton

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Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

nature patience life

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothi... by May Sarton

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

flower inspirational love

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

pain grief letting-go

I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.

sloth important light

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange t... by May Sarton

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

real dream inspirational

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can. by May Sarton

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

read-between-the-lines silence ifs

One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about

evening-light flower morning

I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree's way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.

loss spring believe

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

grief sky lying

Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places. by May Sarton

Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

optimistic mistake past

Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think, and to make connections ... to discover what has been happening to cause it. And, curiously enough, pain draws us to other human beings in a significant way, whereas joy or happiness to some extent, isolates.

pain joy thinking

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

light trying rooms

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to g... by May Sarton

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

assuming age easy

Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

illumination sad depression

The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel. I am not a phoenix yet, but here among the ashes, it may be that the pain is chiefly that of new wings trying to push through.

phoenix pain wings

I write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years without writing poems, and then write a dozen. Having a novel to work on, with the intricate puzzle of character and plot to work out, is satisfying for the time there is no poetry.

writing character years

I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.

written felt novel

When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die...they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with the process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.

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Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward... by May Sarton

Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation

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