"She couldn't go back and make the details pretty, she could only move forward and make the whole beautiful." - Terri St. Cloud
Monday, January 03, 2011
Vulnerable like a bird
Birds have become an important metaphor for me this past year - so I really loved this thought:
Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let's not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are powerful, successful, and popular. ~ Henri Nouwen
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Beautiful truth, Heidi.
Thank you :)
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