"We can be ashamed, I think, for our work within this all-ness. We can be ashamed, I think, for our lack of work, our misdirection, our stubbornness, whatever. We can get over that shame, too. We can forgive ourselves. But we can’t be ashamed for what this is."
"To be ashamed for the world itself would be like standing on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, the rocky coast of Maine at your feet, wind sweeping the hair from your face, pretending yourself Winslow Homer, and then wishing that the ocean was bigger, or more eventful, or more spirited. No. Why would you do that?"
Lately I've been introduced to the concept of the mystery and power of unconditional love. That's something of what I hear in Najwan Darwish's poem and your essay. Thank you for this today.
"We can be ashamed, I think, for our work within this all-ness. We can be ashamed, I think, for our lack of work, our misdirection, our stubbornness, whatever. We can get over that shame, too. We can forgive ourselves. But we can’t be ashamed for what this is."
"To be ashamed for the world itself would be like standing on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, the rocky coast of Maine at your feet, wind sweeping the hair from your face, pretending yourself Winslow Homer, and then wishing that the ocean was bigger, or more eventful, or more spirited. No. Why would you do that?"
Lately I've been introduced to the concept of the mystery and power of unconditional love. That's something of what I hear in Najwan Darwish's poem and your essay. Thank you for this today.