Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
Marianne WilliamsonRead
Most women I know are priestesses and healers... We are, all of us, sisters of a mysterious order.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the deep connections among women, recognizing their nurturing and healing qualities.
Marianne Williamson's quote speaks to the intrinsic bond shared among women, portraying them as priestesses and healers. It suggests that women possess unique qualities that contribute to the collective strength and spirit of sisterhood, hinting at a deeper, almost mystical connection that transcends ordinary relationships. This sense of unity and purpose reflects the powerful roles women play in supporting and uplifting one another in various aspects of life.
In practice
In a women's empowerment seminar to illustrate the strength of female connections.
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
As we become purer channels for God's light, we develop an appetite for the sweetness that is possible in this world. A miracle worker is not geared toward fighting the world that is, but toward creating the world that could be.
Governments move armies, but only individuals can move hearts.
The world is in trouble. Many have prayed. God sent help. God sent you.
Once we truly understand that God's will is that we be happy, we no longer feel the need to ask for anything other than that God's will be done.
A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.
The concern that some women show at the absence of their husbands, does not arise from their not seeing them and being with them, but from their apprehension that their husbands are enjoying pleasures in which they do not participate, and which, from their being at a distance, they have not the power of interrupting.
It is only in marriage with the world that our ideals can bear fruit; divorced from it, they remain barren.
This is where men, even the trustiest, fail us. Their heart is never so wholly given to any matter but that some trifle of a meal, or a drink, or a sleep, or a joke, or a girl, may come in between them and it, and then (even if you are a queen) you'll get no more good out of them until they've had their way.
You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched.
A certain person wondered why a big strong girl like me wouldn't keep a job which paid a normal salary. I took my time to lead her and to read her every page. Even minimal people can't survive on minimal wage. A certain person wondered why I wait all week for you. I didn't have the words to describe just what you do. I said you had the motion of the ocean in your walk, and when you solve my riddles you don't even have to talk.
He was making her feel small and absurdly petulant and, worse yet, she suspected he was right. She always suspected he was right. For a brief irrational moment, she wished she could walk away from him. Then she wished, more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying; need was the choicelessness she often felt around him.
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