Love is a mind-consuming task and emotionally laborious; nothing about love is easy. What I think is most difficult about love is finding a way to transfer what comes most naturally to us around people we know the best to loving the ones we don’t know at all–the strangers, the others, the misfits, the aliens, and the monsters absent from our thoughts, from our hearts, from our minds.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
“Listening is an everyday art and virtue, but it’s an art we have lost and must learn anew. Listening is more than being quiet while others have their say. It is about presence as much as receiving; it is about connection more than observing. Real listening is powered by curiosity.”
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I rediscovered parts about myself I had almost forgotten, pieces that have made me into the woman I am today.
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“Experience is the hardest teacher. It gives you the test first and the lesson afterward.” Oscar Wilde