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Love that.. it’s hard when life is tough not to feel hopeless but we have to change our thoughts through gratitude for even the smallest things. Everything is a lesson and a gift and then you realised that whatever happened was worth it. It brings us to who we are today, more learned, more emotional, more scope of understanding and knowing it had worth… Happy Christmas C and everyone here 🎄😍

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Gratitude yes. Powerful. Almost up there with bliss and wholeness. Especially breathing gratitude through our heart. "Gratitude is the ultimate signature of having received," (to paraphrase Joe Dispenza). It brings your future to you, in ways that we cannot predict, so be careful what you wish for :)

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And then she killed herself.

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I actually managed to forget that fact. Well, we don't know what led to it. Her words still resonate.

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We are all complex beings. When we separate out words spoken by someone that we find imperfect, it should not mean that person is not a worthy being. Happy Christmas, Celia.

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We only borrow angels.

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People only commit suicide when they cannot face the problem or person causing the deep dark hole of depression. I do not know how abused women go on without depression. It must be because of some inner self preservation tact. They seem to have a trait men do not have. They do not need a crutch, alcohol or drugs.

The worst case of abuse I know of affected me emotionally but I was awed how she had fought for many years and not surrendered. I have noted others too who suffered horrendous abuse but were /are still full of "piss and vinegar." Amazing.

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Sounds like she had a mighty struggle first.

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right

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philokalia- love of the beautiful.

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actually think joy is not about life but death to self- thru suffering below it. but its not easy - 4 anyone.

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We were born for a reason. Let’s not waste our lives.

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That passage hit me in the gut!! I know someone that almost ended their life and I weep with sadness and despair!! On this day before THE DAY of our Savior’s birth let us remember the people who are at rock bottom and pray for them please! God bless you, Celia!! Merry Christmas!!

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I really enjoyed this quote you sent out this morning- reaches me more than bible quotes. I don’t think the fact that she chose to end her present life on her own terms to be at odds with the sentiment of the written piece

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A shame she didn't follow her own advice because it's really good. After reading about her life I hope that there is a special place for those that abuse children. And that occurs in so many different ways, mental, physical, sexual. Some never recover unfortunately. Forever scarred in this life. Tragedy on so many levels for so many when you read real history. How do you 'stay alive with joy ' if you live in Gaza? Or Africa? Or any other oppressed people or countries of the world? Like being in a well with no way up. I attended my 18 year old granddaughter's baptism at her church. She was there at school at Oxford High when the kid shot up the school(and my other granddaughter and grandson). I've seen first hand how that messed with their whole outlook on life. Then she was involved in a really bad accident where someone almost died. She was so messed up mentally I could never explain. They were all in therapy and it wasn't helping. When she got baptized, she read a statement of those incidences that had happened in her life, how it had messed her up, and how now, she was able to let the big 'WHY' go, in a measure of trust that many things happen for reasons that we may not find out til later. The night and day difference was so palatable and evident. Who cares if 'church' or 'belief' does it? The results speak for themselves. Just a thought.

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Was she sexually abused?

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It was greatly supposed by what I read about Virginia Woolf. NOT my granddaughter. I'm afraid I would lose it and commit murder if such a thing had happened to my own.

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Are you sure it would be murder or defence of a child or woman?

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Hopefully I will never have to find out.

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One never knows. Lack of self control is not rare anymore and the porn industry does not help things.

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Then you have pos fake migrants whose so called holy book encourages rape of non moslem girls and women and the killing of non moslems. Turdo the stupid pos b*stard let them into Canuckistan in huge numbers.

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If only her despair did not get the upper hand, then her words would hold even more value. She could not tolerate more war, nor do I think she could 'get over' her early sexual abuse. Many, many women understand her choice.

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Much time is stolen by depression based on one's exposure to negativity. Best way out is to confront the problem and/or person imposing the depressed state of mind. Do not try to avoid it, face it head on.

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The Wolf passage reminds me of a Bobby Kennedy interview of Dr. Zelenko in Aug ‘21. He said “If they don’t want you to travel, don’t travel. If they don’t want you to work, don’t work. Live!”

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Yes, celia, yes!

And at the same time this great poetic appeal to being alive at the same time displays our lives as irony. and that our human challenge is to with full open face and heart stand tall and face the challenge of choosing inevitability as an opportunity to step joyfully towards it or with a resignation of the dread of the supremacy of darkness as emptiness.

And with our place in life now we can see that her words may have been, for her, a kind of mantra to herself in a desperate hope against the darkness of mind and intention and meaning because she chose to end prematurely her darkness by walking into a river in a jacket weighed down by stones.

In the context of her life this is a statement that gives us pause. Pause to reconsider our being life here and now in the time when darkness begins to retreat and by extension hope is reaffirmed. And it looks to me the darkness is retreating!

Feliz navidad y paz en el corazón del mundo.

🎁🎄🙏🏻❤️🧘‍♀️☯️🧘‍♀️❤️🙏🏻🎄🎁

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As a long time reader of Virginia Woolf, I do not recognize these words as hers. Do you know the source? A specific volume of her letters? From her diaries? From one of her essays? This does not sound like Woolf. The diction is not hers. I may be wrong. Please identify source attributed to her.

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I just think Woolf was fed up with being seen as literary equivalent the enjewled ancient Egyptian sacred emblem, the dung beetle.

"Glass may be stricken with music

Sing like a cricket shrilly:then escaping

Sift sand between fingers.

From trickling dust arisen they will come

Into the significant fabric of my body.

I am contrived out of drifting ghosts; I am fed

On the great pride of Egypt, the armoured snake

And sacred beetle,the jewel Scarabaeus

Upon imperial foreheads;the angular limbs ,the hawks

Hieratically smiling wisdom;quiet Pharohs

Dark flesh and bright enamel;a thin mouth

Stopped with bitter dust of spices."

(Joy Davidman 1936

from 'Necrophile')

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THANK YOU! I needed that. Merry Christmas

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I shared this on my Facebook page yesterday! 😉💓🙏🏻

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Happy Christmas Celia. Thank You, always, for being you.

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