Rainer Maria Rilke

How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.

For the animal shall not be measured by man.
In a world older and more complete than ours, they move
finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the
senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices
we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are
not underlings, they are other nations, caught with
ourselves in the net of life and time.

Henry Bestion – The Outermost House

She knows she’ll get her butt kicked if she
chooses aliveness. Her light will blind others.
Her darkness will not let her fit in.  Her success

will provoke conflict.  Her ways of healing will
be judged. Her enemies will want her to
cower. And fear will do its best to take her
down. So she draws a circle around herself and
keeps opening up. Because aliveness is
freedom.  She’s embracing the risk to bypass
the ordinary. And she is exactly what the
world needs right now.

~ Tanya Markul: The She Book

Don’t waste your time on anyone or anything
that makes you feel less than like yourself.  I’ve found
that one of the worst feelings in the world is
waking up to my soul whispering: stop being
an imposter, this isn’t  you.

So I return to the Trees, and that is where I see
my reflection and feel the scratchiness on my
shoulder blades as I grow back my wings.

I let go of who I was to dare and discover who
I am in the freedom of this moment, and just
like the wind, I know I’ll change again, but
gasp with excitement at the mere thought of
soaring in the breath of now.

RIP, old self. You Served A Great Purpose.
~ Tanya Markul (The She Book)