Iemesls nekad nebūs viņas nepieradinātais raksturs, skaistie mati vai brīnišķīgi veidotais augums. Iemesls nekad nav bijis tikai miesaskāre vai alkas pēc baudas. Iemesls ir iekodēts kaut kur, kur domas satiekas un, mums nemanot, šķiļ dzirksteles.
Kad acu skatiens kā nazis izduras cauri miesai, apstādinot elpu. Kad tik prasta lieta kā siltums liek notrīsēt un kad viegls pieskāriens spēj noraut pēdējo masku.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, faberooni? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
from A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
