OK, so most of us will never have our heads carved into a giant mountain face, but pretty much all of us have times when our own particular triumphs or tragedies seem to take on monumental proportions, blocking out all view of the lives of those around you.
Who or what helps you to maintain a sense of proportion?
One of the definitions of adulthood is when you considering taking a nap to be a privilege rather than a punishment.
What do you do to restore yourself?
Sometimes when we are feeling isolated, what we need is someone who can mirror us back to ourselves—who can echo back our feelings or share a story to remind us that someone else struggles with the same issues, that we are not, after all, out in the desert alone.
Who mirrors you back to yourself?
We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, “Blessed are they that mourn,” and I accept it. I’ve got nothing that I hadn’t bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.
― C.S. Lewis
How has your own grief opened you to compassion for the grief of others?
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light…
—Mary Oliver
When are you at your most blazingly brilliant?
